She is clear blue water Blessed and carefree I am a muddy puddle, no one stops to look at me No bird dares to stop and drink from little dirty me To be as clear , as pure as her would be a blessing to me Yet here I sit Little old muddy me. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The idea of this poem is the constant comparison so many of us have towards others in our life. I struggle with it and so do many others. "Oh she's prettier" "

They drifted by through the summer dreams, Brushed with a hue of a painted stream. Petals fell gently, where they go, Only the soft wind seems to know. Each one a note in the meadow’s tune, Dancing gracefully with the full moon. Warming up memories if they might, Carrying daylight into the night. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The poem evokes a gentle, dreamlike reflection on the beauty and transience of nature and moments in

Time we shared, time well-spent You know me well, everything I’ve meant But that fateful day will always come I don’t know when or how it’s done I asked the question I had to know Will you stay or will you go? I’ll miss you, I always will I’ll always wait, standing still Time will pass, it always does Birds will chirp, bees will buzz But I’ll wait, I always will Through the dark, through silent hills Through heat or cold, shine or rain Through thick and thin or joy and pain I

A boy met a girl, but it’s not going where you think it may. Instead they ride up the road and make a u-turn “where are we going where are we-” The boy makes the turn and they run so far into the night and far away fleeing like some pair of one-legged crows like some midnight dream that clipped into reality and plumed into the water and escaped down the drain. The stars shine in space– the boy says hello to his friend and his friend does not recognize the face that contorts a

When I’m not doing anything or not taking the time to do nothing it feels like I’m not productive enough. I shouldn’t be thinking about this at 16 yet something in me makes me wanna hustle since I want it badly too but i also feel like I’m tryna go too fast too early sometimes it feels like i’m not going fast enough despite doing so much to keep me learning and growing. What am I supposed to be doing? at 16 When I can’t think of anything to write or I don’t write down my thou

I whisper secrets to the plushies on my bed, their stitched smiles cradle every hush, holding my confessions, inside their cotton dreams. My mind turns into a restless playground, swaying in my sleep, unraveling into stray threads, weaving labyrinths behind my eyes. Receipts and torn notes haunt my pockets, soft reminders in my worn down seams, I fold them into paper cranes, that only flutter faintly — but can never truly fly. Bookmarks decay into vows abandoned, my purpose f

I am so bored, I am bored today, Because I can't go Outside and play. I tap my feet, I sigh and yawn, I wish this boredom Would be gone! But then I find A book to read, A game to play - That’s what I need! Now I'm not bored, Not bored at all, Fun can happen, Big or small! Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. My 6 year old wrote this poem in her winter hoildays, I guess winters are all about indoor activities/games and when i asked

it was once all us, until there was no trust. all the friends i’ve made, just fade me away. everything word i say, never finds its way. you say all these words, yet i never get preferred. you ask if im ok? this is just to much to weigh. i sit there and pretend, like this is the way to end. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The meaning of this poem is about feeling alone, not heard and feeling left out. The main idea of this poem

A home-made poison A poison as such, To damage an enemy. A poison that does not kill… -but who would make such a thing? No one has heard it, Not a soul has seen it. No one but a mere child. For what was this toxin’s name? None other than The Killer’s Flower. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The main idea I had for this poem was how the best -or deadliest things came from even a place of pure innocence. Childhood. How age cannot

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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