01-29-2013, 03:20 AM
'The Lone Star'
The stars stand alone,
In the wide open unknown.
Bright, and yet submerged in blackness.
And then,
A speck of life,
Bright, blinding in the never-ending night.
A world so lonely, and yet bursting with hope,
A drifter in the nonexistent wind.
In this world of broken souls,
Each one sad and decrepit, quietly weeping.
Trapped in a cocoon,
writhing to break free.
Yet there are millions, perhaps billions of stories to tell,
Each one unique, a tidal wave of emotion.
And while the stories yearn to be told,
I stay silent, hushed.
Weary of the emptiness which presses, encompasses,
swallows life and death.
Til in my sight, the burst of light fades to black.
And here in my darkness.
I sit, alone, waiting,
for a shining light to rescue me,
Save me from this eternal fog,
That clouds my sight and hinders all thought.
For if I were to stay in this endless state,
I would surely succumb to that most feared death,
one of misery and silence,
lost and alone, among the stars.
Not my first poem, but my first post on any forum (ever). I'm still in high school, so excuse any technical issues - I haven't learnt very much regarding the technical aspects of poetry writing. I'd really love to know how this poem made you feel, and what you think the subject of the poem is. Any feedback on how to improve my flow and other aspects of the writing is also very welcome. Thank you, in advance, for your time and input.
The stars stand alone,
In the wide open unknown.
Bright, and yet submerged in blackness.
And then,
A speck of life,
Bright, blinding in the never-ending night.
A world so lonely, and yet bursting with hope,
A drifter in the nonexistent wind.
In this world of broken souls,
Each one sad and decrepit, quietly weeping.
Trapped in a cocoon,
writhing to break free.
Yet there are millions, perhaps billions of stories to tell,
Each one unique, a tidal wave of emotion.
And while the stories yearn to be told,
I stay silent, hushed.
Weary of the emptiness which presses, encompasses,
swallows life and death.
Til in my sight, the burst of light fades to black.
And here in my darkness.
I sit, alone, waiting,
for a shining light to rescue me,
Save me from this eternal fog,
That clouds my sight and hinders all thought.
For if I were to stay in this endless state,
I would surely succumb to that most feared death,
one of misery and silence,
lost and alone, among the stars.
Not my first poem, but my first post on any forum (ever). I'm still in high school, so excuse any technical issues - I haven't learnt very much regarding the technical aspects of poetry writing. I'd really love to know how this poem made you feel, and what you think the subject of the poem is. Any feedback on how to improve my flow and other aspects of the writing is also very welcome. Thank you, in advance, for your time and input.