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A poem for my english class: Theme, Determination



The Glass Stairs-


Those stairs are never ending,
Rising up,
Like the sphinx in the sand.
They gleam with shards of broken dreams,
But not mine.

They glitter with the jewels of lost riches,
But not mine.

I climb them,
My steps even and smooth.
I’ll keep trekking on,
But don’t throw stones,
Because even these steps of mine could break.

Your glass stairs may crack and crumble,
May disintegrate into the dust of the ages,
But not mine.

I repair my dreams,
Though their wounds are jagged and deep.
I heal my treasures,
So they may stay with me forever, like rain falling from the sky.

Your teardrops are falling from the heavens,
Like leaves from the maple.
Golden with never fulfilled wishes,
But not mine.

Those glass stairs are never ending,
And though they could break beneath my feet,
I keep climbing.

I won’t be the one,
With my dreams and treasures floating past on the wind,
Spiraling down to hell, where they lay to rest,
To stay without a chance of revival.

So, I keep climbing those glass stairs.

One word: Beautiful! :OOOOOOOOOO

I actually thought this poem was good. At first I hated it, I'll admit, but by the end I could see the depth in this poem. Yes the theme is a simple one, but the determination is different in every individual. I particularly liked this poem's end because of the vivid imagery, and the essence of emotions it conveyed.

A few things though: You need to break this up into stanzas, because it is quite annoying to try to hear it in your mind when everything is one big blob. Creating stanzas gives the reader a chance to better understand every word you write, and culminate an even greater affinity for your work. Believe me, some of the best poetry in the world can be deemed horrible if not in the right format.

But overall, good poem.

Amazing!

DramaLlama wrote:I repair my dreams,
Though their wounds are jagged and deep.
I heal my treasures,
So they may stay with me forever, like rain falling from the sky.

I love this paragraph!

It's vague, very vague. The poem flowed nicely, and was definitely interesting. However, it didn't really spark anything within me. I felt as though I was reading a message that had been left for a friend, and I wasn't that friend. I didn't really understand it, perhaps given time it'd come to me, but time is not something I have right now.

My favourite line would definitely have been

They gleam with shards of broken dreams,
But not mine.

Just because of how it sounds in my head. I won't try to assume what you mean by anything in this poem and I'll take from it what I've taken. But, overall, despite its lack of meaning to me; I liked it.