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The gentle breeze on a summer's day,
to carry all my fears away.
Off to some other place, far and unseen;
a place to keep all the what-might-have-been’s.
The soft rain drops falling from up high,
from bulging clouds congregating in the sky.
Cleanse my heart and cleanse my soul;
wash away my weakness and make me whole.
The mighty lightening that crashes down,
to obliterate my demons all around.
Send your force, surging along;
help me face my fears, make me strong.
The delicate moon, light in a dark place.
Show me mercy, send me grace.
Light up my path and lead the way,
the path to walk every single day.
The tickle of grass under my bare feet,
the loving prick of the soil’s sun-soaked heat;
Keep me humble, truthful and unfeigned.
May my words be honest, yet unrestrained.
The scent that follows the storm and thunder
awakens in me a sense of wonder.
For Mother Nature and all she gives,
How is it then that you cannot believe?
We still cannot believe in Nature’s worth.
We plunder the forests, we destroy the Earth.
We build concrete deity’s, for rule and decay.
How is it that we've, so sadly, lost our way?
to carry all my fears away.
Off to some other place, far and unseen;
a place to keep all the what-might-have-been’s.
The soft rain drops falling from up high,
from bulging clouds congregating in the sky.
Cleanse my heart and cleanse my soul;
wash away my weakness and make me whole.
The mighty lightening that crashes down,
to obliterate my demons all around.
Send your force, surging along;
help me face my fears, make me strong.
The delicate moon, light in a dark place.
Show me mercy, send me grace.
Light up my path and lead the way,
the path to walk every single day.
The tickle of grass under my bare feet,
the loving prick of the soil’s sun-soaked heat;
Keep me humble, truthful and unfeigned.
May my words be honest, yet unrestrained.
The scent that follows the storm and thunder
awakens in me a sense of wonder.
For Mother Nature and all she gives,
How is it then that you cannot believe?
We still cannot believe in Nature’s worth.
We plunder the forests, we destroy the Earth.
We build concrete deity’s, for rule and decay.
How is it that we've, so sadly, lost our way?
My entry for Penton's Poetry Competition.
Read the entry on Penton here
Partly inspired by
's Barefoot Pagan.
Go read! It's a good poem.
EDIT:
I won first place with this poem!!
Read the entry on Penton here
Partly inspired by
's Barefoot Pagan.Go read! It's a good poem.
EDIT:
I won first place with this poem!!
© 2013 - 2024 ShackledMuse
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Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a fairy, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
So, OK, I've been reading a few like these and I've noticed two things.
And another one:
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To the waters and the wild
With a fairy, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
So, OK, I've been reading a few like these and I've noticed two things.
- They don't have a happy ending. I dislike that.
- They are beautiful. This might be because they have a nice rhythm and because they rhyme. I really like rhymes in poetry.
The mighty lightening that crashes down,Am I reading this wrong, as a non-native English speaker? This doesn't seem to rhyme as perfectly as the rest. I would have been ready to see this as a stylistic device, but neither the rest of the structure of the poem nor the relative importance of this excerpt seem to agree with this hypothesis.
to obliterate my demons all around.
And another one:
For Mother Nature and all she gives,Minor flaws that I wanted to point out, because they were a bit odd in this really nice (and sad) poem.
How is it then that you cannot believe?
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