What am I?

by elizajoe

Published May 3, 2011

This was for an English class, which is good because I don't tend to write as a hobby. Regardless of that fact, I liked how it turned out.

I am a purple oval rolling through life,
Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, but always moving forward.
I am a spelunker, trying to decide which of the passageways before me
Will take me where I want to go.
I am a car, trying to speed up and slow down in the same instant,
While being told to stay where I am.
I am a traveler arriving at a crossroads,
Searching for a signpost
But realizing there isn’t one to be found.

I am a fluorescent light bulb—bright, but quirky.
I am a lone hiker on the trail:
I drift from group to group
Yet always end up going my own way.
I am the elevator music that tries to be please everyone
But is soon forgotten.

I am Yellowstone, known for one thing
But comprised of many others.
I am a loaded die; I have many faces
But always show the same ones
To the same people.
I am Denali, my true colors occasionally revealed,
But normally concealed amid mist and fog.

I am a child, knowing few of life’s hardships and struggles,
Though always willing to appreciate its joys.
I am a baby bird sitting in the nest,
Wanting to taste the freedom of the skies,
But afraid to jump.
I am a seed.
Though protected and nurtured for years,
I need space to grow and blossom.
I am the sun on the horizon,
Waiting to rise.

You can review if you want, but I'm not begging for review. I just wanted to share it.

Comments & reviews · 2
AdoxagraphyAngelus wrote a review Review · May 3, 2011

I really loved, loved, loved the metaphors you used. The purple oval one, the one about trying to go faster and slower in the car, every single metaphor you used. You wrote this so well, the reader can tell that you really put thought into it.

I am a purple oval rolling through life,
Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, but always moving forward.
I am a spelunker, trying to decide which of the passageways before me
Will take me where I want to go.
I am a car, trying to speed up and slow down in the same instant,
While being told to stay where I am.
I am a traveler arriving at a crossroads,
Searching for a signpost
But realizing there isn’t one to be found.

I am a fluorescent light bulb—bright, but quirky.
I am a lone hiker on the trail:
I drift from group to group
Yet always end up going my own way.
I am the elevator music that tries to be please everyone
But is soon forgotten. This is my favorite stanza. I love the elevator music metaphor.

I am Yellowstone, known for one thing
But comprised of many others.
I am a loaded die; I have many faces
But always show the same ones
To the same people.
I am Denali, my true colors occasionally revealed,
But normally concealed amid mist and fog. One thing that this last stanza pointed out to me was how much you had to think about these, and the detail you put into it. Major kudos.

I am a child, knowing few of life’s hardships and struggles,
Though always willing to appreciate its joys.
I am a baby bird sitting in the nest,
Wanting to taste the freedom of the skies,
But afraid to jump.
I am a seed.
Though protected and nurtured for years,
I need space to grow and blossom.
I am the sun on the horizon,
Waiting to rise.


You wrote this so amazing well. Amazing job. Well done. :)

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Teardrop wrote a review Review · May 3, 2011

Hi! I'm Teardrop! First of all, this is really good!

Anyway, the one thing I want to say is that it's not nessesary to caritilize the first word of every line, expecially if there's punctuation at the end of the line before.

That's pretty much the only thing that really caught my eye. I enjoyed reading your poem, and really was pleased with the wide vocabulary used.

Overall, nicely done, I really enjoyed!!



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