Lost beauty, Unloved

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by ThornThatNeverHeals, Mar 21, 2011.

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  1. ThornThatNeverHeals

    ThornThatNeverHeals Well-Known Member

    i was thinking of a simple simbol, as of the thorn, a cloud. nobody cheers to see a cloudy day on the news, only a sunny day with perhaps a cool breeze. when the sun sets and turns the clouds pink, we think of the beauty of the sun, not a cloud. we always think of the other elements, but far few have i heard someone hope for an overcast day.

    lost as a cloud
    always so wandering
    i weep myself clear
    and give way to more favored elements

    a cloud isnt cheered
    like the rising of a morning sun
    nobody appriciates the beauty
    and pure lovely elegence

    not to help a rose bloom
    maybe it has no beauty
    always wandering lost
    cleansing the life

    oh how i feel like the cloud
    always lone on its own journey
    tears i cry lost
    the beauty i lack even in slight
  2. Kiba

    Kiba Well-Known Member

    I really like the metaphor you use in this poem. And also just like clouds, we aren't alone! The world is like our sky. Few things shine in it and are seen almost everywhere while the rest of the world floats by as clouds. I really enjoyed reading this poem! Hope you write some more! :hug:
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