A Spirit's Poem

Of all the things I have done in the past;
nothing stays the same; nothing can last.
From past to present, I roam the earth;
From life to death is my rebirth.
What it means to be dead, I know not;
Everything I had, when I lived, has now rot.
I once had it all, from land to riches;
Now I have been reduced to wishes.
What is it that she knows that I don't?
My life is a secret. Share it, I won't.
Every day is a death for my soul;
Every night just lets me roll;
Deep in my everlasting rest, I dream;
But things are never what they seem.

Now I have been reduced to dishes.

Dishes? HU?

All and all it seems like it has allot of thought put into it. It is a little hard to understand but hey if you like it then.....

~FW~

I really like this poem, you had me from the first four lines. Also, I don't know if you noticed or if it was intentional but your poem fits many of the requirements of a Shakespearean sonnet. It has the usual fourteen lines and the rhyming pattern of (e, f, e, f) and even though it doesn't have the required structure of three quatrains and couplet, I would say its very close to being a Shakespearan sonnet and could be if you wanted it to be.

Firstly I salute you to writing a poem with rhyme, which is hard to do without being nonsensical. I thought you did this very well except for the eighth line which ends in 'dishes.' Instead maybe you could have written something that fitted more that ended with another word that rhymes with riches like 'wishes'??? Overall I really liked the structure of this poem and the vague mysterious tone that you wrote it in, so that it sounded almost like a riddle. I loved the question and answering side of the poem with line such as

Redfang18 wrote:What it means to be dead, I know not;

, and I think you did very well. It flows well and shows your talents as a writer. Well done.