My first poem ever :)

 

Hey Charlie! Recently (like a months ago, OIB time) we had an assignment with mrs. C. It was a creative writing on Raisin in the sun and we had to make our own poem. So, like I wanted to share my poem, I thought that posting it on Charlie would be a good idea :)!

It’s a bit long (sorry), but I put a lot of time and research into this poem. Hope you enjoy

 

THE WINGED FLOWER

A new life always comes with a flower

Because trust blinds the ego of selfishness.

The loyalty and recognition shines around the keeper

Of the plant, which shows its uniqueness.

The sameness of some leaves reveals a true bond,

That wasn’t always present.

Like other’s ideas we weren’t really fond

Of, but we stay united, unlike thorns that stabs us because of our investment.

Near us is some change made by the factory.

But don’t be fooled by some green paper,

Or it might change you into a statue of silver.

And the wealth you gained will manifest your gluttony.

The ravenousness of our petals made us lose our colour.

Like the sun goes away little by little every hour.

Greed currently ruins the blossoming of our body,

Just like a leak in the pot in which the water runs out in disloyalty.

So, we get tangled up in our disagreements

And Judas kiss dries us up

Like a raisin in the sun.

 

Instantly, bad blood runs through our veins now and blocks the disentanglement.

Even though we are stuck together,

We still share the same wish, which was just an illusion,

Because the thorn was right there and grows on segregation.

Which was unfair and against the achievement of our vision.

As we were hoping that this nightmare would vanish,

The prick kept growing closer and closer, and left us paralysed with fear.

But the bias thoughts were so strong, that our keeper removed it whit a “snip”

And gave us our dream back as we blossom and cheer.

Like faith, our desire was shining, and our colours regained our petals that was contained.

The brightness of our petals reached the lain and grabbed our hope which was aimed.

We expected nothing more than a slight illumination,

But what we saw that day was even better than our expectation.

My fragile body saw a yellow circle,

Telling me to extend my colour to his halo.

It was the light of my angel.

 

So, that was my poem! Hope you’ve enjoyed reading it :)

Feel free to leave a comment and share your thoughts about my poem!

Thank you <3