Dystopia
Dystopia
Nov 07, 2022
This poem is part of the workshop:

Euphonious English Workshop Part #1

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Miraculous Marvels

Miraculous marvels,
A state of mind,
A state of being,
A state of thought.

Miraculous marvel made by one,
Through actions of good conscience,
Meeting up with luck,
Creating a powerful combination.

Fate has also dealt its hand,
As miraculous marvels are only so often,
That they make one appreciate such things,
As they are not ordinary nor commonplace.

Such is that why they mean so much,
In a life where many things mean little,
So in your life be good and true,
And a miraculous marvel may find you.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Canada

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Comments

Rula

Rula

2 years 5 months ago

Good use of the word miraculous. Pretty satisfying. A wise content too. Wanted to hear some music, so if you maybe added some rhymes here and there, but your poem, your call.... always
thank you for sharing.

RoseBlack

And so very true. Miraculous things happen all around us if we look close enough! Good job.