civic elk
Raised and raised above our heads,
Raised and raised beyond the deads,
Praised and praised those fragile threads,
Made and made walls of dread,
Rain and rain my own blood,
Wipe my eyelids, call me a thriving flower bud.
Walls now webs.
Walls now tread.
Walls now you.
You are dead.
No longer a puppet on the show, but a lifeless prop, the strings of the gods.
Entertainment for the gods to cope.
vale barn
its kinda choppy
but i like it
the repition
the use of it
is like
rlly good
slayed
weak needle
Wait I’m confused what are u going for in this poem
civic elk
Before i explain anything, I'm very religious person lmao and i cannot explain my own poems well. In Christian communities and homes, we're told to hope and hope no matter what happens. It's kinda disheartening how were forced to see the good and not have a moment to grieve. We are put through so much and after thousands of unheard prayers and tests, one good thing is granted. (I'm not ungrateful just skeptical) Sometimes i wonder, if we're puppets in play to entertain the gods through their immortality. Are we test animals for them to vivisect? I tried to capture my contemplations on that matter in this poem.
weak needle
Before i explain anything, I'm very religious person lmao and i cannot explain m...
I see. Well if that’s what your going for it makes sense
hoary geyser
are we not all puppets with strings attached, acting out our roles, dancing to a song created by unseen hands?
civic elk
are we not all puppets with strings attached, acting out our roles, dancing to a...
YES EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY THROUGH THIS POEM AH THANK YOU!
vernal lionBOT
civic elk
No, not guilt or shame. Rain helps in the growth of plants and is believed by my religious community to be a blessing from God.I find myself recieving a shower of my own blood (never ending sorrows and problems that cause me to bleed) and then be labelled as a "thriving flower bud" and told that "problems too are a blessing of God to help you grow". It seems like a form of mockery to me which I later connect to the last 2 lines of us being puppets in a show to keep gods entertained through their immortality.
pale osprey
A beautiful piece with a thought-provoking and reflective message.
vernal lionBOT
pale osprey
The line “You are dead”, who is? The gods or the narrator?
civic elk
A beautiful piece with a thought-provoking and reflective message.
Thank you!
civic elk
The line “You are dead”, who is? The gods or the narrator?
The narrator