Promise of Imitation | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

A poppy may resemble a rose
But it is born only to be remembered
No matter how you water it
No matter the tenderness you offer
Even if it too strives to change itself
It is nothing but a poppy
A poor imitation of beauty
Just as I am an imposter of love

Like a dog chasing it's tail
I whine
Wishing for the sun to meet the moon
I beg
Wishing for the stars to align with my gaze
I believe
Yet remain blind to what is in front of me

But time is merciless
Imitation eventually meets ignorance
And then it withers
Some things cannot be undone
Even so, I bleed until I am

my first poem, i know it's not the best and that it's slightly dramatic, but the concept of someone writing about their experiences and turning them into art seems beautiful to me, and i want to try my hand at it

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