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"A poem."

My remorseful soul, a prism of unrest;
Summer rains replenishing and tender
And shadowy clouds ebb and flow with jest;
A ray of gold pierces them with splendour
As light hits my soul and splits into a rainbow.
The valley echoes with my brothers cries
And fields of faith bloom with hope as they grow.
I see my beacon shine through broken skies:

Sapphire birds dance through the eloquent air
And roses sway in the winds of grandeur.
The beauty overwhelms as petals wear,
and hated barbs play a hurtful overture.
The thorns puncture my heart with woeful pain -
I'm smiling; meaningfully going insane

My remorseful soul, a prism of unrest;
Summer rains replenishing and tender
And shadowy clouds ebb and flow with jest;
A ray of gold pierces them with splendour
As light hits my soul and splits into a rainbow.
The valley echoes with my brothers cries
And fields of faith bloom with hope as they grow.
I see my beacon shine through broken skies:

Sapphire birds dance through the eloquent air
And roses sway in the winds of grandeur.
The beauty overwhelms as petals wear,
and hated barbs play a hurtful overture.
The thorns puncture my heart with woeful pain -
I'm smiling; meaningfully going insane

A Poem That Deals With Pain, Its Existence And How It Relates To Life

One morning
I yawned
My eyes glazed
From my long sleep

My vision blurred
My thoughts muddled

I saw only one solution
I needed vision
Much sharper

I needed to add
To my sight
Something sharp
To distinguish between the lines

I found the nearest needle
And jabbed it in
The sharpness
Drilled deeper still
Until my sight was no longer blurred
But black.

Pain
Makes all pleasure clear
Emphasises its glory
And thanks to this story
I've realised that.

But what do I know?
I'm just some guy
who jabbed a needle
through his own eye.

Beautiful scenery. I especially liked this line.."And shadowy clouds ebb and flow with jest;" Very nice.

Lovely poem, not too sure about the second one though.

the second is an interesting poem; very modern.

Can't you help but see the blatent drug reference? Perhaps you can enlighten me?

the first is a very interesting poem, a poem perhaps of many meanings? maybe we can meet up? what are you wearing?

I saw the drug reference. I noted it. I digested it. I contemplated it. I wrote an heroic epic poem about it. It still doesn't make it better than 'not sure', leaning towards 'decent'.

Very good!

Listen mate, don't you dare steal my poems again. I'm part of the BBC poem group and they are fiercely protective of their members. I'm going to get my uncle onto you, I hope you're prepared for what is to come.

Would you care to elaborate on that?

Elaborate on this!

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I'm making some gestures, by the by. Quite offensive ones.
I hope this makes things a bit clearer.