I feel so alone, a painful undertow. I just wanna know, how it feels to glow. To truly be known, when you're all alone. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The main idea of my poem "The ache of my Aloneness" is feeling like you have nobody there for you to guide you. The meaning of my poem is a deep feeling of loneliness. The lines "I just wanna know, how it feels to glow", is a meaning that you want to have someone or that your je

Sunshine on the face, wind rustling my hair and gentle laughter shared. Nectar poured to my lips Promises we kept watch them break I said: - be safe! You ran away Left me here (loved me here) and ran to save Old Mother So now I weep, from my umbrous Throne; holding you to the sky. Draped in gold, then stained in crimson. I usher you back home. Then on frosty cliffs, my beloved skips We laugh in silence again. Did it make you happy? Oh dear, Betsy... to help those I'd scorned.

I was awakened before my eyes could show me. I knew who I was going to be, perhaps that’s the reason why we cry at birth. Perhaps we cry because we are afraid that some of us are good persons born to suffer. Perhaps it’s why we cry because no matter our telepathic ability it cannot resolve the issues that we are raised to forget. Or are we? Was I born as a result of entercourse from my parents? Was I God’s creation -meant with purpose? I knew my future before my vision was fo

The ocean stands before me, dark and still If I stare long enough, the ink may transfer. Millions of lines like the bark of a tree next to the morning sky Two separate worlds, yet fit together. I look up, a terrestrial gradient to see How the paint blends from teal to cobalt blue The death of night and the new life of day Strangely soothes me. I want to stay here Lost and flowing with the calm waves. I don’t care if I die, as its a golden feel, That I can forget everything fo

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Dusk murdered the Sun. I was the witness. Sharp twilight plunged deep and split open the clouds. Red, orange, and gold spilled...

the sound of love is the recording of our music saved onto my phone you play the guitar and I sing the sound of love is the fact that you...

I look into the mirror and ask myself Is it really you? After so many years I can finally see it I see you The sight is no longer foreign...

Gazing is a funny word, yet, It holds the meaning of looking so fixedly at one thing I would call that admiration. I like to gaze at the...

In a bustling city of foreign sights, There stands a girl in the fading light. Her skin, a hue of rich brown grace, Yet within, she feels...

My legacy is non-existence Then what’s this for? What’s the point of trying? Of smiling? 3, 2, 1 It’s the New Year Another year gone I...

Everyone's told me, God lives inside of me. I’ve tried rolling my eyes as far as they go just to see Him. All it does is hurt. I don't...

Deep in the ocean, the waters pitch black and merciless, a fish exhaled softly. And a bubble was born. Obsidian Midnight ...