My Life Poem by lady grace
My Life
Once I was a child, I saw my self running after the butterflies, after the wind, after the rain. I bathed with my dolls and drunk honeys with the bees; I dressed like queens, and crowned like princesses. At night when I go to bed, I think of the stars to fall. I wish to catch them one by one and in my pillows I keep them all. Lulled by her sweet songs, night is filled with dreams, can’t wait the falling stars, can’t play the driving rain..
As I grow, all things look beautiful, streams inspire me, brooks never grow old, I saw flowers in the dessert, and appreciate the cruel waves in the shore. I hear the ticking of the clock and the buzzing of the bees.
Wisdom made me grow; experience opened my eyes. Years passed, the world keeps moving, wheels keep turning while the birds continue humming, Every hour, a child is born, every minute one soul is gone but still life is meaningful, it is always beautiful as we see the rays of the sun and a wink of the moon. Tomorrow, at the exact date of yesterday, love grows and finds comfort in your heart; laughter fills the room, smiles are in our face, memories of the past unlock the beauty of heaven’s door. As I open my eyes and write these words, the moment I took my last glance, it's my smile i saw in your face..
a very sweet, cozy poem..full of lively scenerio its the childhood when we do play enjoy without any particular hidden reason.. n thn wisdom we get...that changes the meaning.. every fall n rise.. we still live...happily..b'fully written...
Every life is different and yours is no exception and this poem tells us we all blessed with God and all the wonders he spreads before us....great write thaks for the words...regards
what wont a person do to be a child again and be with loved ones.all joys and pains very well brought out.thanks for such a lovely poem.
Nice flow..Indeed this was a pleasure to read Nice job done there Lady grace
If you remove the punctuation, it would become my style of (post post modern poetry) . The theme is that you go with a continuous flow of thought, uninterrupted as it appears in your consciousness, much like a psychotherapist would ask to say what ever you want to say. How it is different from prose is by the use of metaphor, sometimes and getting up and down frequently, to strip it from its form and at the same time carrying the lyrical intensity. This is actually post realism. [I am no authority though]. The form is also not unlike telling a story or an event and a very direct experience without the aid of any authority or mastery of language. How to do with the pauses, as the stream of thought would need reflection in between, my point is that just stop, think and then write again, narrate or read. This is lovely write
As I open my eyes and write these words, the moment I took my last glance, it's my smile i saw in your face.. it is good to experience it and feel graced at the agfe of 90 is unqoque one and i toof lwo wit it when fine some smile on the faces.... beautiful and lovely.....10
Great poem. Well penned Enjoyed reading it Thanks for sharing with me
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I would like to translate this poem
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the you in the poem is God....... him alone....... nice! ! he opened your eyes......... as he did mine