From a world of blue,
and into brown.
We all fell asleep
on the unforgiving ground.
Alcohol in our heads,
we slipped into dreams.
With no one to notice,
bladders ripped at the seams.
Together we'd laughed,
today we had played.
And here on this hilltop
that's where we stayed.
Far from the hypocrisy,
of the heathens below,
this was our haven,
the one place we could go.
Look down on the world,
all politics and greed.
If only they knew of this place,
they'd be freed.
For now I will sit,
on my perch above masses.
Watch the used,
as their life quickly passes.
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Written January 12th, 2005
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It reminds me when in a group of freinds people are debating and I sit back watching all going on any hurt and anger, mistrust and love, little things said or done any confusion and think to myself I'm so glad Im not them and slip back into my little world. You write really well. Im sure you're going to love it here and make heaps of freinds
Mia
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This is a great poem. It flows beautifuly, and the rhyme works well. Great write
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This reminded me of a time when I was younger, and we took 4-wheel drive trucks and headed up up up the hills of southern indiana, with our beer and some firewood... we spent the entire weekend upon that hill, drinking, talking, playing and peeing in the woods...lol A very nice get-away from all that went on below us.
Thanks for reminding me of that weekend. I liked your poem, good job!
~ Wendy -
is it really possible to be that objective? to just sit up there and look out on the world seems a little too judgemental. i dunno. i could never do that. anyway, really good poem. favorite lines:
Far from the hypocrisy,
of the heathens below,
this was our haven,
the one place we could go.
thats true. we all have one special place where we go to be alone. good luck with everything.
-loyalgirl42 -
Look down on the world,
all politics and greed.
If only they knew of this place,
they'd be freed.
This reminds me of wanting to retain that sense of mature innocence that most kids have. If only the world would maintain that certain piece of mind, the clear distinction of what is right and what is wrong, you know...anyway.
For now I will sit,
on my perch above masses.
Watch the used,
as their life quickly passes.
However, it's sometimes frustrating that you're up there, wanting to change the world, but you cannot do anything about it. What's worse is when you know that there's something to undo, but you just can't, simply because you don't have a flailing cape on your back and telephone booths really aren't your ideal changing room.
This is great. I'm loving everything I've read from you so far. I'm going to read more, I think. You're amazing.
Keep writing
Kannika -
This poem is very original and has a great concept. A safe haven from all the world's trouble and pain, jealousy and greed is very romantic and imaginative and you have described this place so well in relation to yourself. I especially enjoyed the final part!! Very well done!!!
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Groovy
I'm brand new to this site, don;t know if this is how I'am to reply, but here goes.
I would have to say the hill and the looking "down" on everyone else is just a metaphor for me and my close friends getting up on our soap boxes so to speak. And with alcohol one loses inhibitions and speaks more freely about how they feel.
When I first started writing this poem...it started out as something much different and i was going to focus on something else..and then..this just seem to materialize on the page. I thank you very much for taking the time to read my poetry. I love to hear what people have to say about it, and how they interpreted it. I look forward to reading yours. Thanks again.
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Cool poem!
Great language, good flow and seeming ease! Well done!
I love:
"We all fell asleep
on the unforgiving ground"
And I love how the poem moved from earthy to spiritual...
We all have our own 'hill', I suppose, and it can be a great place to withdraw ourselves from the greedy, superficial world of so-called 'Reality'. But my experience is also that viewing the ignorant masses from your hill is only the another stage in the journey...Don't stay in the Ivory Tower too long.
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Awesome Work!
I really really like this. I would be interested in you telling me what you meant when you were writing it. Because to me I interpreted it almost as a dream. But also as death, and sitting watching all after you have passed. Im not sure. Either way, its very beautiful I really like it. I cant wait to read more by you. But like I asked, if you could just message me and give me the actual meaning I would love to know. Its open for interpretation. But then again, isnt all poetry?
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