1. Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
A short poem may be a stylistic choice or it may be that you have said what you intended to say in a more concise way. Either way, they differ stylistically from a long poem in that there tends to be more care in word choice. Since there are fewer words people tend to spend more time on choosing a word that fits the subject to perfection. Because of this meticulous attitude, writing a short poem is often more tedious than writing a long poem.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
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Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
What a perfect poem! At times we could basically tell how people were feeling despite their facial expressions. It was in their eyes the tell- tale signs that led us to see at least the...
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A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And youth for ever lost.
A never-ending story, one can imagine, a handsome but cold, reckless man, reckless with the life of a young trusting, blooming girl. A brief encounter, to say the least, that takes away her...
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Some we love, some we don't.
I, too, have dealt with depression most of my life. I have learned two things. Feelings are just that. They are fleeting. They come and they go. I have also learned to rely on my rock, my...
In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art.
Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.
Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.
I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all.
With death being the only certainty of life, life is just a bit too short for regrets.
Let's live while we're alive.
Let's love while we're alive.
Let's live and not just survive.
The plates will still shift
and the clouds will still spew.
The sun will slowly rise
and the moon will follow too.
This poem is really so good. I feel this poem; it's just amazing.
Despite the storms,
beauty arrives like
it was always going to.
Despite the darkness,
Part of the last line says, "Keep living." I'm saying keep writing. I like your style and sensitivity. Excellent flow and structure. I really enjoyed it.
Very nicely done. I totally agree with you. I've used this same approach in my own life. I think sometime we pay more attention to what we're about to go through instead of how much you've...
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing at my feet.
It is a terrifying thing
to watch love
walk in your direction
when you believe
Very well written and, in my opinion, very true. I like it and agree totally with it.
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
Even a little crazy some of the time.
I love this poem! People are always trying to fit in and be normal. I've always disregarded being "normal." What's the point? Why would I be someone I am not? I am perfectly happy the way I...
Someday you will cry for me
Like I cried for you.
Someday you'll miss me
Like I missed you.
That's a wonderful recovery poem. I believe that if one does all they can to make a relationship work and it doesn't, then it's time to move on. And for the one who put their all into it,...
Tiny little secrets
Get buried in the dirt,
And if they were dug up,
Someone would probably get hurt,
I don’t know if that’s true, because sometimes it's better to hide the hurtful secrets because the world these days will probably laugh at you then do nothing for a few days then decide...
There will be dark days,
when you feel alone
with your aching heart
but that doesn’t mean
I think that is true to every person's life, and what he or she needs is patience that brings a glorious morning after a gloomy night. I had also once gone through such dark days, which later...
Very insightful. Self-love can be (and maybe should be) the first love we encounter. Even when we're not perfect.
It’s difficult to take in the entirety of something
when you are standing inside of it.
Valleys are best seen from peaks.
Mountains from their bases.
One should always keep an open mind when viewing the world around them, and what you say in your beautiful poem is so true, and other people often can see our inner beauty before we do. That...
Little baby, oh so small
One day you will be big and tall
I watch you while you laugh and play
My love for you grows every day
So true. Before you know it the baby has grown. To a real mom they will forever be your babies.
So true in that we really don't know how one will react until one has been there and has done it! Suffering is an important life experience. Great poem, thanks.
At times we need a little smile
or a rainbow big and bright.
At times we need a helping hand
to help us make things right.
Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust begins to form