A Taste Of Earth Poem by Wandering Scarlet
A Taste Of Earth
Death’s hand rips the numbers we so viciously cling
We stare at the dirt wishing we could sing
All shall some day sing of the sky
When we finally allow our passions to die
But here we all still sit,
Munching on dirt and grit
Oblivious
When will we relish in the clouds
My addiction I do not share
My sadness I grimly wear
Sanguine thoughts of my existence
Where is His providence
What is time and why
All is the same
But the lie I so fearfully tame
All are lost, but opine the way
They only discover what it means to be gay
Not this time, no interlude
This story never seems to conclude
No, for our form transcends
Far beyond which the mind bends
None shall cross
None is cross
Unlike others, I believe it had multiple different meanings and sub-plots, but obviously it was carried by its great rhyming, inside outside, outside going in, and in going out, that just made the poem go. Also the poem itself was just weird, but in a good way, for example the lines, What is time and why? It just seems like this is a person who is losing his faith, in humanity, religion, and any point whatsoever to existence.
I really liked this. It did not need to be any deeper the idea that it carries a simple message to anyone who is awake is what is impotant about it. The problem is WHO IS AWAKE? -10
Like it..but it could have had some more depth. It's very different and so wonderfully written though. Keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:23:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice. It has kind of a psychedelic feel to it, but solemnly so. I like it.