I feel I’m living an empty existence-
nothing to give,
and nothing to gain.
No matter what steps I take,
I seem to be stalked by
discontent and pain.
Nothing seems right,
everything stays the same.
Time keeps passing me by,
and I have nothing to show-
nothing to nurture, nothing to grow.
And all the while this
fertile bed rests,
just waiting for seeds to be sown.
I’m constantly hoping
that spring will come soon,
so that I may transform and bloom
into that which I long to become.
Please tell me what you think
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Deep!
This is really good! The depth in this poem is accented very well by the metaphors you used. I know all to well exactly how this feels. You did a damn good job writing this. I was drawn in, so much that I had to read it several times and let the emotions and feelings flow through me. Bravo!
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Thanks, Jeb! Your always positive reinforcement is exactly what I've needed.
P.S.
Where the hell have you been?!
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This highly personal poem shows true emotion. The metaphor with flowers is a simple idea yet so well done. Great Job. It was a great read. Keep Writing. I especially love the idea of passage of time, as it is something that I write about myself all the time.
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The Planting waits just around the corner, your fallow field will burst lovely and
grant you a harvest of love. You are but twenty-one, a time for simply enjoying, stretching out over all the world and seeking the flowers life offers. There will be weeds, and barren seasons, but your seeds of hope will someday become blossoms of true love to savor. Great write, I have known such dust bowls, but they are temporal at best.~~~Artis
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Flowers!!! That's what this reminds me of. With the seeds and the whole blooming aspect. I hope I'm not sounding foolish here. Anywho, it's a lovely poem and was well worth the read! thanks for writing!
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Flowers indeed, but only as a metaphor. There's much more meaning behind the words. Thanks for reading!
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