Pride is something hard to mend
Wounded heart bleeding no one to lend
Reaching out, explained...
Seems no one to listen, blows like a wind..
Speaking loud in a quiet night
Stand what i fight
Stick what it might
For I believe i never step on other's right.
Head bowed but never yield
Bamboos bend in strong wind but remain on field
Rain-storm covered clouds
Mountain & hills remain proud..
You put me on the pedestal
Hold tight breaks my petal
Nearby, gaze every make every take
scattered into a tiny flakes..
Lonely I am
no one can see no one knows
Even i won't give a clue
In silence i cry..i moan
I fake a smile laugh alone.
Head bowed- but never yield Bamboos bend in strong wind but remain on field Rain-storm- covered clouds Mountain & hills -remain proud.. a celebration of self and pride.... very nice meaningful lines, a message for those trudging the littered milky way.... nice liked
all what a woman goes through Head bowed but never yield Bamboos bend in strong wind but remain on field Rain-storm covered clouds Mountain & hills remain proud.. love the comparison. nicely put. Agree she is totally strong.
favorite lines: Lonely I am no one can see no one knows Even i won't give a clue In silence i cry..i moan I fake a smile laugh alone. i'll bet your English is better now! but i get the picture. yes, the Blues. i like the rhymes well enough. i have other comments below from..............well, it was just last year! i only glanced at them. i'm glad you took one typo/spelling suggestion. in case i did not mention it before today: in Poet's Notes.....i suggest ...is more bitter to swallow..... bri :)
Speaking loud in a quite night..............quiet? not quite! In silent i cry..i moan I fake a smile laugh alone...............i like these lines, but i think silence, not silent. even putting on a fake smile may help you feel better. try it while you are alone. eating pizza at the same time might help! wish i could be there to share the pizza! ! oh, i see a previous comment from good OLD me, below! bri ;)
i would say that wounded/hurt pride is a sense/feeling that oneself is not as worthy in some way(s) as was once thought by himself/herself. perhaps a person e.g. you felt that she/he was in a good relationship, such as a marriage, but the other person breaks off the relationship and blames you, saying e.g. you were not doing a good job as my partner. a wounded heart might also follow the above scenario if the person whose pride was damaged also felt a real loss had occurred, i.e, really missed his/her partner and wished for a reconciliation or 'return to better days' and the relationship. ============================= Lonely I am no one can see no one knows Even i won't give a clue In silent i cry..i moan I fake a smile laugh alone................sounds like a very sad situation! reaching out to others, and talking things over with someone 'comfortable' to speak to, and finding something else to fill the loneliness should help. i find that a new wife helps. ice cream is good. with cake is even better! bri :)
Good poem. Remember that one is never really alone sor there is one who sees all and cares. Read mine - If There Be No God - Adeline
Head bowed but never yield Bamboos bend in strong wind but remain on field Rain-storm covered clouds Mountain & hills remain proud.. pride is it a virtue or a burden of the self? big question. humility is the opposite and it is a great virtue. thank you for your insightful poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another well written piece. Lonely-alone No one see, no one know Even i won't give a clue In silent i cry..i moan I fake a smile-laugh - in awhile I've got pride! I have pride! I like the above stanza. But please, hide no more! well done!