Stars Can'T Be Seen During The Day Poem by Jenna W. Chryste
Stars Can'T Be Seen During The Day
If we were stars, we
Would watch the tides roll
In and out every night. We'd be sleepless
And helpless. We'd stay awake through
The day, only to become apparent in the
Nighttime. We'd be a light in the dark,
But our beacon would be ignored. The streets
Would steal our glory. We'd be nothing but
A memory. Yet deep down inside
Of us all would be the
Hope that one day, someone would exit a cab
And look up at us to see us shine. We know it is
A dream that will never be fulfilled. The world is already lit
Enough. We wouldn't be noticed or needed with
The bright lights of the city, the brutal
Demons that would force us to live on imagination.
This poem is kind of weird. I'm not quite sure what the message of this poem is. Take it however you wish.
Inspired by the book of poetry 'Brutal Imagination: Poems' by Cornelius Eady.
I used a method of poem writing which is taking a sentence from a poem, placing each of the words in the sentence at the end of a line, and filling in the spaces before them, creating a poem. For this poem, I used the sentence 'We roll sleepless through the dark streets, but inside the cab is lit with brutal imagination.' It is a sentence from the poem 'Who Am I? ' by Cornelius Eady. All rights to the poem 'Who Am I? ' belong to Cornelius Eady. Go check him out :)
[poets steal (to some extent) . deal with it]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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