O Dragonfly
You used to fly tall and proud
But now your carcass lies on the ground
What has life reduced you to?
O Sun
You used to bring life and happiness
But if someone rejects your gift,
You cannot make them have it
O poor Insects
You would fly
In the face of danger
Now you cower in dirt
Reduced to less than expected,
We just try to live
But we cannot,
And we cower in fear
Even clouds…
Gorgeous and looming,
Over everything we own,
…Must fall
We don’t see when
But we all fall
Joy will never be
Didn’t you know?
Cower in safety…
We all must
There’s no denying
The ruthlessness of this world
We give so much
But receivers pretend
So we feel the need
To be slaves again
Signs of death
Loom all around life
Dragonflies and suns
Insects and clouds…
Like stars we shine
But burn ourselves
Thus is the way of things
Love?
No
Friendship?
No
These die as well
They are not a solution!
Can love overcome death?
Can friends resurrect your soul?
Life makes everything twisted
We forget what we believed
And forget what we were
Just to cry
And expect something more,
As if there is more
But we
Just
Cry
In solitude
Sweet blissful sadness
There is no such feeling
As your tears wetting your own hair
And you realize you should stop
But your emotions drive you
And rivers flow from the peaks
Of ice in your eyes
Of ice in your heart
Feel it!
Feel the bitter cold
O Life
She takes everything we have
And asks what we have left
Now all I have to give
Are cold tears and a bitter heart
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I made this poem when I was just sad, obviously. It was morning and I was walking to my bus stop and on the side of the road there was a dragonfly, and its legs were up and i thought it was dead but it twitched. I just thought it was really sad how it was such a great creature and now it was twitching and dying on the side of the road. I just felt like writing about how great things die, how all great things die, really. Pay attention to some parts in the poem- after I talk about the insects in the beginning, the next stanza is a sort of allusion to the first three (using the words "reduced," "live," and "cower" to tie them into one idea). The "we give so much/but receivers pretend/so we feel the need/to be slaves again" shows that we give but we don't get anything back. We just see these fake signs of gratitude that the world or people give us, and then we feel like giving more to make it/them happy and... it leads to more disappointment. The night before I wrote this, I was listening to sad music and I was looking up at the ceiling and my tears rolled down the side of my face and into my hair. That's where I got the "wet hair" thing in the stanza before the ice tears and heart. It's basically about irony and how the world takes everything we have... I told you I was sad when I wrote it. It's one of my favorites.
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wow that is really good! sad, but good! my fav lines are "We don’t see when / But we all fall" and "Like stars we shine / But burn ourselves". The first fav lines of mine are unfortunate but true. but then theres always those times where something or someone picks you back up again but you are always bound to be dropped. the other set is a great analogie and i just liked the way u used it in this poem. Its like when we are up something pulls us down and often that something is ourselves. like last night i was at the dance and i had a blast and then i came home and broke down in tears because i thoght noone liked me and that i was ugly which isn't like me cuz i usually have so much self esteem but the point is, is i ruined a great night for myself but today is a new ay and i gtg c u mon.
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