I wrote these two poems a while ago. The first one can be interpreted as the subject being God, but I normally don't think of it that way. The second one is just a poem I wrote for the people who feel down about their "loneliness".
A Picture
A picture in the sky, way above my head
Beauty there lies, quite enough said
A white ball of fluff all year round
Not one whisper, not one hint of a sound
Yet it may turn gray and make the heavens roar
Light shoots across the sky more and more
Scared you may be but there's nothing to fear
'cause that white ball of fluff hangs over you near
To Shine
How wonderful it must be to shine
Shine just like a star
For people to acknowledge you
To know who and what you are
To know you come in groups and clusters
No, you're not alone
For you to have a billion friends
Yes, you're not alone
People will come to acknowledge
Though you're close yet far (No, you're not alone)
People will come to acknowledge
For who and what you are (Yes, you're not alone)
Again, I'm pretty pleased with my poems. I'm actually wondering if I write too many of them. I don't feel like a poet, so I don't know why I write them. I guess poems are just easier to write than short stories because they don't need a plot. And they're easy to end. Anyway, thank you for reading this post <3
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