triforce4077
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I wrote this poem earlier today. It is about life. What do you think of it? .Also, I am going through a bit of writers block, so this isn't my best
Life is a candle
That Darkness will never extinguish- for it is too strong, too solemn, it flickers about.
Glowing in times of dark, it will never grow meaningless, as a shattered handle.
For it is too great, too sacred, as our God, which we are devout.
Life is a blackbird,
That settles in the heart.
Singing its tunes, without the words.
As it It slowly naps, at the open gates of Heaven, awaiting life to start.
Life is a dream
That flutters in the mind,
Presenting shards of memories, hazy and obscure, all following a common theme.
Needing to be deciphered are they, time will cause them all to unwind.
Life is a gust of wind,
That passes by without consent, moving swiftly, and leaving impact on all.
Sorrow attends, and joy follows suit, so be prepared, never apprehend.
For memories are sealed, through the speed of time, often remembered, always recalled.
Life is goodbye.
The word that is lastly echoed,
As the old are called, it is time to die.
So enjoy the life you are leading, for it was gladly bestowed.
Life is a candle
That Darkness will never extinguish- for it is too strong, too solemn, it flickers about.
Glowing in times of dark, it will never grow meaningless, as a shattered handle.
For it is too great, too sacred, as our God, which we are devout.
Life is a blackbird,
That settles in the heart.
Singing its tunes, without the words.
As it It slowly naps, at the open gates of Heaven, awaiting life to start.
Life is a dream
That flutters in the mind,
Presenting shards of memories, hazy and obscure, all following a common theme.
Needing to be deciphered are they, time will cause them all to unwind.
Life is a gust of wind,
That passes by without consent, moving swiftly, and leaving impact on all.
Sorrow attends, and joy follows suit, so be prepared, never apprehend.
For memories are sealed, through the speed of time, often remembered, always recalled.
Life is goodbye.
The word that is lastly echoed,
As the old are called, it is time to die.
So enjoy the life you are leading, for it was gladly bestowed.