I was sensitive and needed your attention.  I knew it, you did too.  I tried to make myself small and need less for you,  but all it did was tear me down and make me hide myself more.  I was a little kid and still trying to make myself smaller for you.

 I'm sorry I have meltdowns when it all becomes too much but cant you see?  I'm not trying to make it difficult for you when it's hard on me.  I can't remember a day we haven't gotten into a screaming match.  Your parent is the one supposed to build you up,  not break you down.

 You talk to me so angrily then cry and say I'm breaking your heart when I express my hurt.  I try to be upset, I can say I hate you but I know I never will.  I walk on eggshells for the fear of being too loud,  I spend hours silent and still or you yell.

I wish I could give you a better mother, to fix your childhood.  I wish I could make it better.  But I can't so instead I try to be a better child.

 I tried till I cried to be good enough, but for you I was never enough.  All your flaws shown through in me.  So all your anger is what I see.

 I can't say I hate you when all I want is to earn your love.  But your love shouldnt vary from day to day.  You give me the cereal I request then yell at me when i'm not the very best. I spend hours trying to be good enough,  then you come home and yell because its not enough.

 You tell me to stop being so childish,  then yell at me for acting grown. You say you'll give me something to cry about  and yet I can't stop the tears that fall as you get closer.

 You never mean it, you don't want to hurt me but what choice do I leave you?  You say that it hurts you too  but then why wouldn't you listen when I need you?

 I'd have better luck talking to a wall than you.  Your emotions change more than the seasons,  I can't even say I understand your reasons.  If you ever had a skill it would be being a professional mood swinger.

 You have your diagnoses I know. But so do I yet I should be in control?  I was taught to observe and never speak, . Instead I heard the words you would speak.  You knew our walls were thin,  I know you knew I was listening in.  Hearing you describe all the ways I wasnt enough yet somehow also too much.

 You ridicule and criticize me for turning out this way while you guided me here everyday.  Still I can't be angry at you because I know why you turned out this way.  Instead I get angry at myself for not seeing you the same.

 Your love is conditional and hard to earn.  I try and try yet you push me away.  You're angry every single day.  But it's not your fault right?  At least you're better than your mom.

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The power to live in delight,

Or the power to live in fright.

Turning day into night,

In space you make light,

Burn ever so bright,

But even light…

Cannot escape your might,

The beginning, you ignite

The end, never finite

But you confuse me...

Like wind on a tree,

Back and forth perpetually,

My mind is not free,

To the now of your reality,

Even The Beatles, let it be…

So I ask you with a plea?

Allow what was before, to flee,

What comes after, too unsee.

And let's dance together,

In only this moment.

In this very second.

In unison’s glee.

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If I loved you with all my will, Could you make time stand still? Recalibrate the compass, And shine your golden smile, To find your delicate face, A reason for me to embrace.

If I loved you with all my will, Could you make time stand still? And sew the torn ship sail, To stop the cards from dropping to fold, Skyrocketing a different story to be told.

If I loved you with all my will, Could you make time stand still? And hold serenity in my hands, To paint a picture, undisturbed, A beautiful song never heard.

If I loved you with all my will, Could you make time stand still? And take me back home, Balancing my minds keel, To justify the right to feel.

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I've been lied

Still cleaning dust from my eyes

If I'd a dollar for every ad display

On every fun galore dot com that say

Local ladies looking for some fun

I'd not be so broke and done

So here I'm on a prowl

I've been broke

While pouring my blood in 9 to 5

Wasting away years for no outcome

Might as well look for a source of income

Young heart seeking for expert advice

An appetite for seasoned spice

So hear the animal growl

I need a cougar to show me the way

Lead me through the night, don’t let me stray

Dangerous curves makes you lose your pace

I need a rich cougar, yeah, show me the way!

I’m DiCaprio inverse and she’s far from 25

The way she strut she steals the show

Baby girl..I mean ma’am..miss, you know

Tells me to see her at detention

Got moves to lock my attention

So here we hit the floor

She’s the queen, no fluke of Wisdom

I’m the outlaw who runs her kingdom

Some may dig gold from a mine

I’ll turn your mother into mine

So here I’m at the door

I need a cougar to show me the way

Lead me through the night, don’t let me stray

Dangerous curves makes you lose your pace

I need a rich cougar, yeah, show me the way!

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First poem I have written. I would appreciate any feedback. It is an acrostic
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In placid anguish the days overcome 

Mundanity’s conquest stifles the flames of passion

Luminosity wanes, blurring expressions of the world

Optimism’s embrace a memory of the past

Novelty coveted, yet rarely pursued

Endlessly traversing roads paved of the past

Love’s rare star falls arousing unfulfilled wishes

Yoked to isolation’s never-ending promise

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You engraved those words into my heart

You said they meant nothing

You knew it meant everything

You said I was selfish

You said I was cruel

I told you I loved you

You called me a fool

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I was worthless

Hopeless

Without a cause

You sat in the front row

Didn't even applause

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

You carved

And you carved

Until I could bleed no more

I begged and I cried

I thought that I died

You just watched me bleed

Torn at the seams

I begged for help

All you did was scream

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

All I wanted was love

All I wanted was care

But you laughed And you screamed

Like I wasn't even there

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I begged

And I pleaded

I wanted to be seen

But you were the victim

Your hands were wiped clean

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

You never loved me

You didn't even try

You stole my will to live

Then left me to die

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I was the puppet in your play

Taught to obey

All my words were yours

I said I'm fine, l'm okay

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I had to be, right?

It's all in my head

At least I'm not dead

It could be worse

I could be like her

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I’m not trapped

This isn’t a curse

We’re happy

I’m safe

Everything feels okay

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I'll just suppress my thoughts

And suppress the pain

Something is wrong

It's making me insane

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I feel like a fool

But everything's okay

Everything's fine

I'll keep it together

I can't unwind

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I'll wait and I’ll wait

I'll smile in photos

I'll say yes to your desires

I'll do what i'm told

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Keep it together

Don't let them know

Eventually it won't work

Once I explode

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / /

And when I try to leave

The cycle repeats

You'll get on your knees

You'll beg and you'll plead

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / /

It's my fault

I'm happy here

Where would I go?

Where would I flee?

I'm not unsafe

It's not you, it's me

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / /

I'm sorry for trying

I won't do it again

I'll smile and I'll nod

I'll continue to play pretend

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / /

This isn't based off of personal experience, just something I was inspired to write. I don't usually write poems so l'm a little rusty

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I reach my hand out to the clouds

From my 5th floor perch

The hustle and bustle of people playing below

Whose lives I’m about to change

.

Is this how Icarus felt?

Being so high in the sky

Almost able to cup the sun in his hand

Before gravity wrote his fate

.

Oh to be like Icarus

Who was a blazing comet

And wove tales for years to come

But would I even be a ripple in the ocean?

.

I step back from the railing

The boundary of life and death

My cowardice streaming down my face

And I mumble to myself

.

Not today

Maybe tomorrow

.

As I walk away

I feel a familiar friend

It whispers sweet words to me

Promising relief

.

But I feel it stab my heart

My body

My mind

My soul

.

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when i talk i elude
pretending to have fortitude
but fortitude against what ?
A question I elude

am i able to foresee?
but i pretend to be blind
or am i only pretending to see?
when my eyes have always been blind.

i choose my words carefully
they say i am too kind
but inside this fortress
i am not that kind of "kind"

so i do what i do
pretending to have fortitude
but fortitude against what ?
that i still elude

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When I look in the mirror I see my father. I want to reach out and grab his throat, gouge out his eyes, cut out his tongue. I think I scared him and he starts to cry. The guilt is palpable, nauseating. I wash my face and leave. I go to bed and dream his dreams. It’s not just our lips, the slope of our nose that is identical.

I cover up all the mirrors before I go to bed. In the morning I will feel guilty when I catch a glimpse of him on the microwave door. The guilt will claw at the inside of me, claw and claw and claw and when it finally tears through, gasping for air, he will feel it too.

I will hold a knife to his throat and feel the cold sting of it against my own. I will say “please don’t hurt me.” I will tremble and my eyes will water and my vision will blur and I will say “I don’t want to die.” But why should I listen to you?

The gash will bleed, gurgle and choke, trying to get the last word, and we will both crumble. We will both fall to the ground. There will be only one casket, when my father and I are dead. We will be dumped in the same cold, dark hole in the ground. We will bloat and rot and the bugs will chew at us all the same, and in a hundred years a couple of kids will dig us up, and they will find only a pile of bones, two hands

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Open your eyes and look around,

You'll find the reasons to appreciate your life,

Little things that you get provided,

Matters the most to people in misery.

The rich kids wonder whether their next meal will be best,

But the impoverished sleep with stomach full of unrest,

You wake up feeling all cozy on your lavish bed,

But some asleep on the street, but their soul is dead.

You live in a house under unconditional love of your parents,

But the orphans may live in a house but never a home,

Your life is blessed with the gift of pampering,

But some have an empty life, who lack someone endearing.

Now bring your eyes back on you,

Be grateful for everything, fill yourself with gratitude,

Then watch how you truly learn to live,

Rather than a body who just tends to exist...

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There’s a snow globe of us in March
A bookend, dusted over and
Dotting clouds to a finite sky
The Boy Scout knot of limbs
Welded ends, in a chemical flurry
You choke smoke out in your laugh
And it goes on forever
The dimple in my left cheek deepens
And I look like a kid

It would not be until years later
That you have the thought that, maybe
I have always looked that way
But only a couple months until
I’m warm again
This time with a chemical fever and
a ringing laugh and
Haldol hot under my hip
The blue-scrubbed nurses
Each pin a limb you used to hold

In the waiting room, they ask me
How this happened
And I tell them about my living room
How it is now underwater, but had
An Xbox and a couch and some posters
How it’s the warmest I’ve ever felt
How I am still there

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It has been a while.

A connection to fellow writers.

Terrible notes that somehow helped.

And this is the longest line, but you'll read it anyway.

Once a mod. Goodbye.

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*Edit, leaving it.*

I dream a dream of desert dust on fierce, flawless fire

Neon strobo stutter makes mandalas on the ground

A shaman loads a drum-drum clip, dumb with desire

Riddles every body with her storm of bass-clad sound

/

She lets the drop-droplets drop like beads of bubbling lava

An all-out ardour-avalanche, nothing left on storage-shelf

A sonic source of divine wine, prime consecrated cava

The kind you reach for all the way up on the Highest Self

/

It’s revved up, it’s roaring, our Engine of Humanity

Groaning hard to keep its cool, pistons pumping perspiration

For most, this would be madness, this sweet, sweet sanity —

A propane flame explodes in Promethean inspiration

/

Roaming through this rampant Eden —

I wonder, can I still take more —

Of life or of these acronyms —

Lacking love and leaking lust —

Your smile hits like a sniper shot, one with a tungsten core

Grounds me hard and grounds my Kevlar into desert dust

/

You take me by the hand and then you take me by the night

I wave a flag of whitest white, I shirk all sense of agency

It’s curious, this lens of you, how it bends the light

A rose-red shift, a double rainbow, Technicolor vibrancy

/

Deep in depths of fractal grooves, a paradise is being founded

A dirty film of sweat and sunscreen covering the process

Our tarp-and-girder cauldron boils with alchemy unbounded

You split the ocean at my core like an Oppenheimer-Moses

/

/

/

Then suddenly

/

/

/

/

It’s silent

/

/

/

/

The beast is back in Bethlehem, for now, the centre held

In this absence of absurdity, a violin would feel violent

Waves of gold crash on your face — a visage well beheld

/

Finally, the briefest blink, and so you’re gone, my pillow-wisp

I draw in deep your fading fragrance — we made a kick-ass team

I exhale out the story — the morning air is crisp

In the slowly heating sand, I sense more dreams to dream

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The past leaks through the roof,

and the present your aloof

You keep wandering in this cave

with the voices calling you naive

Each step is heavy, and so is the

breath, life is a thin line

pulling towards death;

But oh, soldier, keep marching

You can see the sunrise only after the sunset,

Its a matter of time till you see light, and a history will be made;

About how a soldier got his flowers but not on his grave.

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Poem: To appreciate a fool

Various teachers instruct, intellectualize, and guide their students to victory; who will complement your travels?

The jester?

The mastermind?

The healer?

The conqueror?

Or, somehow, the artist enlightens you with previews of their gifts.

However, there's one mentor so sophisticated, so insightful, so intertwined to a provision that they manifest your dreams into reality.

The fool is an underestimated necessity. The fool shows you their gifts inadvertently for everyone to accumulate and regurgitate into something better, something more, something... intelligent.

Be mindful of a fool's stage, and know their audience. Learn from fools how you'd learn from a professor, except this time, they have nothing to hide.

A fool's cowardice shows their fragility; although they are crafty, the project fails to consider every possibility before completion.

A fool's rage presents their primitive addiction to power and their inability to control it within themselves.

A fool's gestures appear superficial, but upon further inspection, they contain complex intersections of manipulative tactics and calculated spontaneity.

A fool's pride gratifies a fragile ego; what can humans do without their magnum opus?

Remember, a fool is a mirror to society, and we have every right to reject or affirm what we see.

Context: This was the last thing I recited to my uncle before his passing. It was stage four cancer. I read this during his final fourth of July celebration in 2023. However, since then, not only does his spirit resonate in everything I do, but it also enlightens me to seek wisdom in this discordant world.

Best regards, Mr. Random poet on the internet.

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We will go about our lives
Pretend we have our pride
We are not broken up inside
Stiff upper lip and dignified
But like every story lies
There is always another side

A truth to our insides
Teeth, daggers, and knives
Written on our minds
Guilt and anger resigned
It is all we can do to try
And keep it from eating us both alive

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My attempt at a soft poem instead of what I usually write ........

do the neighbors know

I'm comforted by the lights

of their orange and blue

the soft colors

that shine a glow

by the green veins

that climbed the wall

and the silly cats

that sit and crawl

their laughter and chatters

the howl of the wind

and the rain that patters

of the world

we share together

none of us knows the other

for I'm human and they're too

that much I know to be true

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Hi! This is a poem I wrote a few years ago but I'm revisiting it and looking for feedback. Specifically, I'm unsure about the third stanza, especially line 11. I'm not sure if it flows well. I've also tried "reflected in the mirrors of May", and "reflected in May's mirrors stay." Maybe one of those would work better? My feedback for other poems - https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1gn3axp/comment/lw9sfhr/, https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1gncrej/comment/lw9qwnd/

My bones in other earthly dreams
heal in citrus waterfalls.
Roses sewn in leather seams
disintegrate when duty calls.
The bells of friendly creatures chime
to barns with broken music notes,
and flowers wait a second time
to die in dirty hands and quotes.
Yellow birds behind my eyes
reflected in spring's puddles stay.
Beneath the sickly yellow skies,
eternal sighs waft seas of gray.
The chimneys churn out fireflies;
I sit and watch them fly away.

I think a lot about Death–

How it could come at any moment,

Pull me in for one last breath,

In the blink of an eye;

With the stealth of a whisper.

\

I think a lot about Death–

The Reaper’s hollow eyes, voids that swallow light,

A shadow weaved by the loom of my thoughts.

In the boundless mosaic of faiths.

Not all can be true.

\

I think a lot about Death–

Resting beneath the Earth’s embrace,

Maggots composing beautiful symphonies,

The casket rotting to grant them entry,

Soon lost within the labyrinth of stone.

\

I think a lot about Death–

Perhaps it’s not all shadows and sorrow.

Perhaps there is a glimmer at the end of the tunnel,

A silent eternity dissolving life’s final breath.

In the sanctuary of my belief, solace whispers softly.

A peace that transcends the fear of death.

\

I think a lot about Death–

But perhaps I need not dwell on it.

In contemplating life’s end,

I find the courage to cherish each moment.

In the eternal waltz of life and death–

I discover the sacred essence of each fleeting breath.

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Embarrassment is just a kind of fear;
I bravely turn to face disgrace with grit.
A steely staredown with a distant year:
At age thirteen, I liked some dreadful shit.

This schlocky crap once seemed like craftsmanship!
Distasteful bloodshed, clumsily conveyed.
A slur, some "randomness", a shoehorned quip,
Allusions to a game I've never played,

Full-written by a man who gave his best.
(A craftsman, now; he chose a rocky path.)
So here's a dreadful truth he once expressed
Through eerie self-narration of a death.

To make a choice is cataclysmic flame.
Fine fabric burns; we save a single thread.
We'll stonily endure it, all the same--
Or is that so? Let's ask the youthful dead.

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My school uniform,
Stuck molt of snaky skin,
Conform, conform, conform!

It's almost an artform,
The way the scales stick like algebraic equations.
Aconites entwined with chloroform.

Nevermore, o’ Raven,
Vengeance, vengeance I crave!
Stealing my eyes, oh so brazen.

I address the fake-brave,
The conformist crowd,
Continue to behave, behave!

Be part of the proud,
Scavenge those sinful eyes,
Cover your brain with a shroud

And make it so that the flies
Feast upon mediocre trash,
That is the mentor’s prize.

Guiding light, so brash, so brash,
I haven't forgotten you, you!
Your flesh will sizzle like sour mash.

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You are an ecosystem
An expanse, a wholeness
The goal you are seeking
Is self-growth endless.

Photosynthesize by day
Respirate at night
Warmth, not fire
Water, not flood
And the right amount of sunlight.

Roots extending strong through soil
Through the depths of earth
Providing you stability
Since your seedling-birth.

The ever present question
Surely, we are agreed?
In all things we ask ourselves
What does this plant, Plant You, need?

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I wish you the best,

Not really.

I hope you find the road,

The “road to happiness”.

I hope you get a flat along the way,

And I hope after you change it

You run out of gas.

I hope no one follows you down

The “road to happiness”.

I hope everyone found a better

Road to happiness.

I hope you have to walk

the rest of the way.

And when you’re halfway,

Your legs give out.

I hope you crawl down

The “road to happiness”.

I hope you wore skinny jeans

That make it painful to crawl.

I hope every mile is excruciating.

And I hope that when you reach the end,

You’re all alone.

That’s what you wanted after all.

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Turning 20 in a few hours... Goodbye 19! wish I could cherish you more with flowers Infact goodbye to being a teenager Never thought the world around me would treat me like a stranger...
Missing the days where friendships was easy to make Growing up realizing that many of them turned out fake Turning 20 in a few minutes My life is taking a big pivot Those warm summers where all our worries were about a game Nowadays it's more about life, money, future success, bills, responsibility nothings ever the same..... I'm 20 now and ig that's okay I got a whole ahead or so the adults say, Being 20 is weird, weird in a different way. I used to dream about being older being 20 sounded so much cooler Now that I'm 20 I hope I carry onward with a strong shoulder...

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Evil should be the size of a penny Fit right into your pocket Bigger, and it has the power to win Smaller, and we'll forget it's there The size of a penny And it will remind us of its power what its capable of If we give up If we give in Evil will always exist You can't have good without the bad But the perfect penny size And it will serve As a stark reminder of what we're fighting for

WARING - This poem was written about suicide and self-harm, although it is not explicit and it could be interpreted in another way I think it's best to give you a heads up if that kind of content is not your thing.

At the edge of dusk,
they walk,
and walk.

Drip.

The path stretches forward,
pulling, and pulling.

Drip.

Fog rolls in,
a putrid, sickly colour.
A brittle sort of embrace,
like an old, empty promise.

Drip.

At the edge of dusk.
Where dreams go to
choke and scatter.

Drip.

And into the night,
when the light holds its breath,
and the sky forgets
the colour of hope.

Drip.

They walk,
and walk.

Drip.

And memory fades,
lost beneath the solitary drip
that echoes in the still air.

Drip.

At the edge of dusk,
they walk unheard
and timeless.

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A door that opens for none ;

But it still opened for you.

You closed the chapter of autumn ;

And welcomed the spring.

In this stream of water,

You are the glittering sunlight on it.

Your eyes a dazzling void,

I can feel the euphoria in it.

Your body a canvas and me the artist ;

Now let me fill it with the ecstasy.

I never believed in fairy tales,

But you flew straight of out book,

Got a stubborn and skeptic heart,

But now it beats for you....

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Can you feel the filth, now that you have loved me? Can you feel it building a nest inside of you?

It is my greatest failure to have defiled you, to have allowed you to love me, to have made such a beautiful thing unclean. I am sorry that you saw these old splintered pieces of wood half buried in the soil, wet and pungent with decay, and tried to build a home with them.

What a foolish thing, to have allowed myself to believe that I could be loved. To believe that I could be touched.

I am sorry for deceiving you, for making you think that you could feel around the dirt, the rotting moth-eaten parts of me.

NOTE : This is not great and I hardly ever share my work in any public fashion, but I felt inclined to share this. I wrote this a while ago to cope with the way childhood sexual trauma affects my personal relationships and intimacy.

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My second poem ever made 😎just a random thought. it's quite silly but I love it though I took the idea from a book Apollo by Rick Riordan if you want the sauce. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/3a24mKWdT4 https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/brRaUdPsn8

Oh bacon! You blissful twisted dream,
Confronted by bravest knights, they squeal and scream,
For none can turn away thy golden fat,
That delicious piece of meat, even the manliest of men
Turn fat in a matter of minutes.
Don’t all great poets sigh and think, "Am I the pig, or is the pig me?" For even though I run from India to Kent,
To the farthest corners of Lee,
I can’t seem to find places to hide from thee.
Such is the tragedy of graceful pork,
A magnum opus upon my fork.
I beg to see that treasure upon my plate
Confound this monstrous beast that took over my palate.
Like a fool, hands swished only to find
A grinded clean plate.
Oh bacon! How could I speak words of filth upon that pig?
I’ll whisper, “I’m sorry, my love, I’m sorry for all I have said.”
Thy sizzling more beautiful than a maiden
I would have taken to bed.
You are not just a pig in a wig adorned with golden crowns,
Though it is my deepest regret I seemed to have found
A majestic, beautiful piece of heaven’s ground.

When looking down, Narcissus saw
His image true, a settled law
Perfected there, without a flaw

He fell in love instantly
His work, the thing he worked on endlessly
Was before him, it filled him with glee

Narcissus had worked on himself
Narcissus had perfected his self

The old Narcissus was forgotten
Everything gone that was rotten

It was his work, he had done it despite fate
He wept, for he achieved something great
He had been fixed, he was no longer innate

Narcissus looked up for a while
Seeing the difference had made him smile

Narcissus had gained what he sought
He was no longer botched
Looking again he watched

For he could now love what he saw

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(Weekly poem #9) . If you liked this, you'll like these. Give your feedback as I have.

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