Nineteen rows of flowers
Stand so proud and strong,
Showcasing the hours
Of work so hard and long.
The toil was worthwhile,
And the garden is my own:
A peaceful, private isle
Where I can rest alone.
But my gaze gently drifts
To the dirt surrounding,
And my mind sadly shifts
From the pride abounding.
The flowers' colors muted,
Dull in the fading light,
Their beauty now diluted
By my broadened sight.
What are nineteen rows
In a land of millions?
Let the night expose
The weak dreams of civilians.
Each pathetic petal
A crime against the world
That should refuse to settle
For these blossoms left unfurled.
But soon the sun will rise,
Spread its rays once more,
And under that warm guise
My false hope will restore.
I will continue to tend
The plants that I resent,
With the wish that they'll transcend
Their pitiful present.
One day I hope this garden
Will stretch far as I can gaze,
And thus manage to pardon
These dark and lonely days.
Someday this plot of land
Shall provide sustenance for others,
And all shall understand
The dreams of their brothers.
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"The flowers' colors muted,
Dull in the fading light,
Their beauty now diluted
By my broadened sight."
these lines are very good, you should work them into a separate poem, i think they have a lot of potential -
I completely understand it. Nineteen rows of flowers for nineteen years of your life. My favorite lines were lines 1-6 of the last stanza. I'm the same place: hoping that the effort I've put into life will be rewarding in the end not only for me, but others as well. The last two lines lost me though. But very nice write!
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Exactly, hurrah! Thanks for your feedback!
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its good poem but i couldnt really manage to get it very well
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I really, really, really, really, really like this poem! It is so awkward, but unique. Unsimple, but understandable! It is so complex and different! My favorite part in the poem was the last two lines. Astounding writing! Truly remarkable!
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Thank you!
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