The Star Filled black of night slowly passing by
Too pointless to scream too pointless to cry
No words of caring reside in my ear
Not even loneliness, hate or fear
The rough bark of a forested oak tree lit only by moonlights glow
Gently swaying in midnights breeze but what is its drive to grow
It will never be the tallest or the greenest
its much to in the shade...
Whats the point in even trying,
To march in the mediocrity parade
I refuse to follow by example of that lonely lost oak tree
If im to try then im the shine and my only support will be me
For if we let the cold thoughts in...
the ones that echo loudly around us now
We will simply give up and give in and with air in our lungs
thats something we simply cannot allow
For the childs life cut too short, for the oldman with so much left to do.
We all must make the most of life let that be what drives us through
I hope these words havnt fallen on deaf ears
I hope you live to shine and grow
Its on the wind where your road will take you
Listen to these words.. go, go, go
Find the person or the place that makes your heart skip a beat
Dont let the people in your life with no mouth teach you how to eat...
The black of night is never empty it is filled with love and care
The Star Filled black of night slowly passing by..
I hope to see you there.
The End
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I really enjoyed this poem, the theme, and the imagery. I can see why you say our rhythmic and rhyme styles are similar, there are definitely similarities.
One thing I liked was how you mixed up the rhyme styles. It was cool how you started with abab, but then got into other patterns like cddd in the sixth stanza.
I LOVE this phrase, especially since I have a mental picture of the marching being very melancholic, very mediocre...
Again, great phrase, and so true....