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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
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
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Lovely poem, not too sure about the second one though.
Beautiful scenery. I especially liked this line.."And shadowy clouds ebb and flow with jest;" Very nice.
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.
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.
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
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
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