There was a phase when I was lost
A time when I was void of thought
I stood still and started to walk
With every step I leaned down
Every second, I found myself in a let down
With each breath i lost a crown
In my path I found a glass
I picked it up and saw my past
It was an abyss
The place I lived
I closed my eyes, i wished to die
I approached my death with a smiling face
More like a hollow laugh with a borrowed face
A last sorryy
and I started to fall
A light emerged from up above
A hand was passed to the man never heard
A grace was passed to the man on the deservings last
His heart redeemed through shadows of the past
Sins erased
Mistakes embraced
And he was given a whole new place
To live
To shine
To make his life right
To become the loyal servant of might
He is a believer
He is now The wanderer's retriever
Categories:
revert, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
In the tide's peril, through dusky snare
I fall low, i submerged slow, and when they call me, i drift below
I am lost, I am alone
I am but a shadowed self of my own
Striding, fleeing and now I'm drowning
Deeper and deeper, i reached randevou's crown
I reach, but nothing holds me near
Echoes vane, no voices here
I found none to whom I'm dear
Walking on the path of sand,
Down and drown, but can't stand,
In the deep abyss i found a man
Swirling like bay, warmer than may
He stretched his arm, he found me astray
He found me lost and taught me to pray
I sailed above, hiking through love
Now canva's lightning, darkness is bluing
I see the sky, i found the migh
Now no dusk can keep me by
I found the migh
With his power, now I stand still
I stand by
Categories:
revert, 12th grade, blessing,
Form: Free verse
REVERT TO GLASS
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Stop producing plastics, revert
to glass it worked in the past!
For liquids, glass, remember
jerry cans, tin works as
well.Paper, cardboard,
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what happened to natural wool?
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Categories:
revert, pollution,
Form: Concrete
Beneath fluorescent lights, you seem aglow
with color such a light will oft negate;
and though it causes beauty much debate,
it does, for you, most radiantly show
the lines from which the thoughtful movements flow
(though often unrefined); your quickened gait
ignites passion’s refusal to abate
in searching, pleading for the chance to know.
I'll never own the heart suspended here
between potential future’s timid gaze
and constancy you’re claiming to require…
for all I need, it seems, is to be near
enough to see you through fluorescent haze
and try in vain to mitigate desire.
Categories:
revert, confusion, love, passion,
Form: Italian Sonnet