Being Human

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

In my dreams, I dine with royalty.
I am in an era when I represent something.
At a time when my words bring clarity.
Entrusted to whisper wisdom to the kings.

In my high, I float like an eagle in the sky.
Unaccustomed to the beauty of the clouds.
Soaring in that vast blue yonder like a spy.
Only to descend back to these toxic crowds.

In my pain, I shatter into a million pieces.
Each miserable in its own broken entity.
Sobbing uncontrollably as guilt increases.
Criticizing my contribution to its extremity.

In my joy, I am drenched in a loud laughter.
Some uncontainable force escaping my lips.
It's echo thunders through the ceiling rafters.
Amplifying my being while cracking my ribs.

In my calm, I soak myself in unfathomable peace.
Sifting through my mind as I indulge in meditation.
It awakens the scribe within to do an inspiring piece.
Claiming the freedom that comes with such creations.


We as human beings go through similar but different experiences with our emotions. I was just trying to capture mine :)

Thank you for coming.

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This is lovely. You had me at the first line

In my dreams, I dine with royalty.

My mind immediately began constructing the images you wrote about.

One advantage of being a writer is the capability to paint images with words. To take people on a visual journey... I appreciate your read :)

Beautiful! I loved this piece.

Amplifying my being while cracking my ribs

Have you joined @isleofwrite yet? They curate good poetry.

I follow them and I am even on discord but have no idea how to get them to curate my work. Thank you for the read and the suggestion :)

You add #isleofwrite as a tag and your work could be selected :)

Oh, thank you so! :)

Welcome! You create beautiful poetry! Let's get it seen!