Splendid are the days when I find myself awoken by eyes of compassion,
Just as passion breathes air into my lungs, allowing me to breath
and peal these weathered days from my flesh,
take these tired nights and wash them away…
As ink splashes across a page so too will my heart tremble across the stage.
Splendid are the days when I find myself happy,
Glad to just be awake,
To be alive…
To be able to be…
Yes, splendid are those days,
For tomorrow might be darkdays, empty and alone.
Glad to have read an uplifting poem in a way. I liked how you mentioned how glad you are to be awake, alive, and such. Your flow in this poem was pretty good. Great work.
ReplyDeleteTHIS POEM IS REALLY COOL.I LIKE HOW YOU DESCRIBE IN VIVID DETAILS WHAT YOU FEEL IS "SPLENDID" Just as passion breathes air into my lungs, allowing me to breath
ReplyDeleteand peal these weathered days from my flesh," THIS LINE REALLY CAME OUT TO ME. AND THEN YOU TALK ABOUT SPLENDID TO BE ALIVE. THIS REALLY POKES OUT AT ME, HOW WONDERFUL LIFE IS OR CAN BE. VERY GOOD CHOICE OF WORDS. AND THEN AT THE END YOU WRAP IT UP BY LETTING ME AS THE READER KNOW; NOT EVERY DAY CAN BE SPLENDID LIKE YOU WANT IT TO BE. REAL COOL
I really enjoyed this poem. It seem like the person in the poem enjoys each day to its fullest because he/she never know what will be the next day. I agree with this, you really can never know what might happen tomorrow so might as well enjoy life to its fullest. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteI really like your use of diction in this piece. Specific words kept me interested throughout
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this poem. Love the way you describe the vivid details what you feel is splended. Overall nicee!
ReplyDeleteYes. This is an interesting poem. I like the way it flows.
ReplyDelete"Yes, splendid are those days,
ReplyDeleteFor tomorrow might be darkdays, empty and alone." I like how the poem reverts back to the beginning, how splendid are the days to be happy, while considering the unknown tomorrow brings.
I love this poem's flow. Really good job
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