E - Everyone

I Am.

I am the king of the rejects

I stand before my court,

Of the overenthusiastic jesters, awkward,

Of scholars whose brilliance overwhelms,

Of the hunchbacks, the socially inept,

Of the painters and sculptors, creating personal heavens,

Of those without riches, of those infamous,

Of those with dreams for the future.

I gather my people

And love them

When no one else does.

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I am the commander of the broken

I gaze upon my ragged army,

Of those with scarred wrists,

Of the ones who tire of battle,

Of armor bearers, wielding sharp weapons of war,

Of little drum boys singing their songs,

Of the drunken men forced along,

Of those who drag their friends with broken legs,

Of those with courage, and those without,

Of those who nurse bleeding hearts.

I gather my people

I love them as a father his kin

They are mine to protect.

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I am the ruler of the alone

I watch over the individual figures, shaky.

I love them too much to let them feel this pain.

I love them too much to play this game.

No one should be a failure.

No one should be forgotten.

No one is useless.

No one is fruitless.

No one isn’t special,

But the world has forgotten the truth.

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I would die for you, my little ones.

I would die for you, the rejects.

The losers.

The write-offs.

The dreamers.

The lovers.

The alone.

The broken.

I would die for each and every one of you,

Because you are worth that much to me.

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I am the Lord of the fearful masses.

I am the Lord of peace.

I am the Lord and Shepherd

And you are my sheep.

I am the Lord of all the earth.

I am the Lord of truth.

I am the Lord of everything.

And I died for you.

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I am. I am. I am...

Your God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

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Sophiewrites
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Hello, I really thought ,,meh'' before clicking this, I thought it's gonna be another overused poem but i was completely wrong, so here is my review.
I could really,really connect to this I felt like you personally addressed me.
Perfect phrasing, perfect setting, good stanza.
Favourite lines, nmhhh a hard decision, ,,Of the painters and sculptors, creating personal heavens,'' As I am myself painting to get away from everything, this really made me tear up..
,,No one should be forgotten.

No one is useless.

No one is fruitless.

No one isn’t special,

But the world has forgotten the truth.''

So true, no one sees the talents everyone has (and hides) however I'd go for No one is a failure rather than ,,No one is a failure'' We are no failures, life is a rocky path and falling is okay.


The only thing i didn't really enjoy was the end. I mean it's good that you believe and totally up to you but I feel like ,,Your savior'' would have applied to a larger crowd and might be better for poetry in general. However, your poem so whatever floats your boat!

Regards,

Sophiewrites

Thanks Sophie! I will take that into consideration.

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MysteryMe
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Hey there!!! MysteryMe, here for a quick review!

I'll be completely honest... I absolutely LOVED this poem...and I'm not even Christian.

The way you wrote it was just absolutely stunning, your picture so beautifully captured, that I just can't help but love it. You really are talented, Griff. Even being Jewish, this really inspired me (even if it was in a different way than you intended), and I'm glad you posted it.

I actually commend you for posting this, because its about religion, and you must know how controversial that topic is on this sight. Still, I don't see how anyone could not like this. It was written wonderfully, and there was nothing offensive that I could find, so nice job with that.

Anyway, thought I loved a lot of your lines, but my favorite part by far is...

"I am the king of the rejects

I stand before my court,

Of the overenthusiastic jesters, awkward,

Of scholars whose brilliance overwhelms,

Of the hunchbacks, the socially inept,

Of the painters and sculptors, creating personal heavens,

Of those without riches, of those infamous,

Of those with dreams for the future.

I gather my people

And love them

When no one else does."

It was such a brilliant way to start this poem, it really intrigued me. Writers are always saying that you need to find a 'hook' to begin your piece with, and if that wasn't a hook, I don't know what is.

Anyway, that's really all I can say about this. It was just great, nothing to nitpick. Hope I helped!!! Keep writing!!!!

Wow, thank you Mystery! That means a lot. :)



As a writer, I'm more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.
— Kazuo Ishiguro