My heart,
is made of glass.
it's made easy to break apart,
Looking at the small, fragile grass,
thinking that I wish I could be
as sturdy as a tree.
The night doesn't know,
the things that I wont show,
my secrets that are as dark as the night is.
A small, broken snow globe,
In a world of people who are prefect, and never opprest.
I am just a small microbe,
compared to the rest.
Watching everyone around,
as they smile, and laugh,
as I am beginning to drown
in my own dark thoughts.
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I love the poem so much it really speaks to me as a person.You should really keep up the good work and write more like this.
Thank you so much!!!
Hi Bellarke!
Another nice poem of yours, this one seems to be a little dull though compared to the other one. I can get the message clearly but I don't really understand why you called the poem snowgloab, could you tell me? The word you used to relate a strong rutted tree against just a piece of grass is wonderful. I
Also if you ever need someone to talk to when your sad you can always come to me.
Keep up the good work!
Thank you so much.
Hii @Bellarke, hope you are doing fine..
I liked the poem. The title and the poem are going really well.. And the way you have described it great work..the overall poem is beautiful but the first stanza and third stanza I loved it.. The poem is well written and easy to understand..i can connect to it and see what you wanted to show...keepp writing....have a great day..
Thank you so much!
You have a good day, too.
Woah!
I think this poem is a deep work of art. You have worded this so well that I felt what you meant. It was a sharp shock. The line:
The night doesn't know,
the things that I wont show,
secrets as dark as the night is.
That doesn't really make sense but that's the only problem with this poem. I think many people will find this poem a mirror to their soul because you worded it so beautifully.
I give this an 8-10.
Jade
Thank you so much for actually reading these. It means alot.
No problem! I really enjoy your work.
Your the best.
Aw, thanks lol!