There was a man hanging on the branch of a tree
a tree that bears snakes
Though he was afraid of the land
The land that bears lions
He couldn't jump down to the stream
Because the stream also bears crocodiles
No safe place.
Like the stars in the night time
So to everyone a different meaning
What life could mean
To some a cube of sugar
To another a juice of bitterleaf
Life is beautiful
Life is ugly.
Like the beautiful flower
That you see today and tomorrow withers
Like a starving lion and an innocent deer
One thanks his god for a good meal
The other becomes the meal
Life can be unfair
Life is a mystery.
Like the birds abode the trees
and make it a stage for thier beautiful songs
It lifts my heart in the morning,
I will sing with them,
I will embrace my fears and tackle my challenges,
For life is vise versa
The beautiful and the ugly.
Comments
What life means to me
Hello, Chiori,
There is something to be said about facing reality. Your poetry is unswerving without becoming bitter. There is a calm and wise feeling in this poem that helps the reader to face fears so that life may be fully lived. "I will sing with them." Inspiring.
Thank you!
Lavender
Thank you Lavender
Thank you Lavender
Nice job!
Making use of imagery and some poetic elements in poetry makes your work effective. And it keep the readers to sudden imagination and thinking.
Well done Chiori!
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