I lay there simply,
begging for prayer to some degree.
Warm rain set fire to the Earth,
and in its flames we drowned.
Merciless to he who overlooks,
unforgiving to those who are crippled by apathy.
My bones disintegrated,
wondering if anyone still hoped to uncover them.
Violent gusts forced the planet to erupt,
in our own respective seasons we remained.
Careless to he who doesn't have time,
conniving to those who tried and failed.
I roam distant planes,
thinking I'm getting closer.
Tremors leaked disgraceful blood,
fumes evaporating our common sense.
Ruthless to he who was self-assured,
haunting to those who he cheated.
My spirit opens,
igniting my former physical attachments.
Lightning rose up from each of the planes,
and shattered the fabric of time into nothing.
Tasteless to he who follows the divine path,
Existing to those who never reached out.
Author notes
In this poem I dropped rhyming for a more consistent format. I was really surprised how much it changed my writing; I assumed this would be much easier then rhyming every few lines but it was a lot harder for me to come up with things that didn't rhyme as it turned out. It might be because it's three in the morning, though. I'm not so sure I like this one...
Well...?
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It's not bad. It's different but not in a bad way. I like the plot line but I'm not so sure about the emotion. Yes, poetry is an art but within the poem, in my opinion at least, there should be some emotion. It was okay but lacked emotion in the slightest. Not my favorite but not the worst either.
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the subject of the poem wasn't supposed to focus on emotion
thank you though
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