Like the unexplainable loveliness of a child’s laugh.
There is a magic, to the world around us,
Something that will never can never be explained by science.
Sometimes, the most beautiful of things, isn’t the outrageous and the over done,
They’re the things that are worked for, the things that are cared for, nurtured;
Like a lone flower, standing, defiant, against the cracked concrete of the city.
Everything and everyone has their own
Beauty;
Artistry;
Adroitness;
Everything and everyone have their own concerns and wishes.
There is a sweet innocence to a flower,As much as I find this line quite adorable I think some of it is a bit vague. A flower, perhaps you could specify which flower? The fact that flowers possess innocence is a bit subjective, that is to say, not all people would believe that. Besides this, not all flowers are beautiful, flowers have thorns and weeds, not all of them smell nice &c. So basically I'm just ranting about nothing, but...
Like the [s]unexplainable[/s] loveliness of a child’s laugh.I definitely agree with Niteowl about nixing the unexplainable. Furthermore the use of the word loveliness I find to be a bit bland. Perhaps you could expand upon your vocabulary a bit. I just feel that the poem deserves a better word, y'know.
There is a magic, to the world around us,Improper use of commas, there shouldn't be one after magic. Also, I really detest repetition in order to get a point across if it's not done properly. You must get rid of the will never.
Something that will never can never be explained by science.
Sometimes, the most beautiful of things, [s]isn’t[/s] are not the outrageous and the over done,Eh... you've kind of taken a fairly simple thing and made it almost incomprehensible. You basically mean this: the most outrageous and over done things aren't always the most beautiful. Just try and condense what you're saying, don't over complicate things. You almost contradict what you're trying to say in this line; you say that things that are crazy and outrageous (like your diction in this line) are not always beautiful, therefore you've made the sentence lack beauty and what you're trying to promote, you've done the contrary. Okay, sorry if that was slightly confusing but I think you'll understand.
They’re the things that are worked for, the things that are cared for, nurtured;To be mean again flowers aren't really solitary. Most flowers are either in bunches or stand beside each other, eg daisies in a field &c. ,
Like a lone flower
standing, defiant, against the cracked concrete of the city.I think here you're trying to signify how industrialisation and modernisation are taking over nature, and how flowers have to succumb to computers and such. Tell me if I'm wrong. I just think that perhaps this needs rephrasing?
There is a certain intoxicating quality to hard work,I'm not too sure about this line. Hard work. You don't really tell us what hard work is; hard work could be writing or art or something, not necessarily physical work. You indicate that hard work is physical work by using sweat and grime. You could mean that in the figurative sense but it's not too sure. Other than that I'm not too sure about the diction again, you change formality a lot in this poem.
Something that gets you drunk on sweat and grime and accomplishment.
Everything and everyone has their ownContrary to the beginning of your poem your formality becomes more formal, Kirsten is just the best at expressing what she means, right *sarcasm*
Beauty;
Artistry;
Adroitness;
Everything and everyone have their own concerns and wishes.I'd just get rid of this last line, it doesn't add anything to the poem, just get rid of.
Yet;
There is beauty in life,
As there is in death.
As there is in everything.
There is a magic, to the world around us,
Something that will never can never be explained by science.
Sometimes, the most beautiful of things, isn’t the outrageous and the over done,
They’re the things that are worked for, the things that are cared for, nurtured;
Like a lone flower, standing, defiant, against the cracked concrete of the city.
There is a certain intoxicating quality to hard work,
Something that gets you drunk on sweat and grime and accomplishment.
Everything and everyone has their own
Beauty;
Artistry;
Adroitness;
Everything and everyone have their own concerns and wishes.
Yet;
There is beauty in life,
As there is in death.
As there is in everything.