I thought about the word to define life
And I could really think only about time
But really its just little curvy line
That we call life
It has turns some better some worse
But noone really said life is easy of course
But it only has turns and no crossroads
Life is following the line not going through doors
Life is a line no crossroads no doors
And no full stops
And every time you make a choice
You will be hearing only one of your voice
And therefore billion lines
Of other peoples billion lives
Roads full of spikes and knives
Drugs and crimes, war counts
But your legs strong, You stand up and go
And you head straight without any thought
Its anyway your own life though
Or may I say, little curvy line that we call so
But if cats live nine lives
Which means they walk 9 lines
And therefore wiser than us
I will let this one past
But is there a dark or a light there
Does this line even lead somewhere
Flip back the table and stop looking under
It's not a normal walk it's living in thunder
And you find yourself in strange world
Where people walk on lines getting bald
And every mistake they do the line bends
And where the line stops the life ends
But really what's the meaning
Of whole human being?
Is it living in a big hive?
But really, it just curvy little line
That we call life
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I really like this poem! It has a nice flow and the rhymes are smooth. I also like how the poem, just like life, has no full stops. There are a few minor grammar mistakes but I feel it gives the poem more authenticity. A few mistakes are expected when someone is learning another language. Keep up the great work!
Alrighty, I am here for your poem’s been in the Green Room long enough! Let’s lift it out!
I like the metaphor abt the line, definitely. It has the same vibe as describing life as a river, searching its own way.
I like that you have a line that says no fullstops and the poem indeed has none. 😊Also I like that you mention the lack of doors since in the end, you can only make one decision and you can only look back along your curving line of life and while you can imagine what other paths/doors you could have taken, all you rly have is that one life with that one decision that you did make.
I rly like this part
Ohh and the line abt Cat’s having nine ...lines =D
This is also v interesting to consider: “Flip back the table and stop looking under”
And that mistakes, whatever that really means, bend the line. And the line stopping upon death.. OH I like all this!
Grammar-wise there are a few commas missing here but I’m actually wondering if that’s intentional to not make the reader stop in the middle of a line? I’m not well-versed in poems and cant quite tell…