Like my poem?

Question

If all life were a book,
God would be the all-knowing glossary.

And we would all be charecters,
Each day a chapter.

If life were a book,
We would all be our own authors.

And the plot would be confusing....
Oh, how worn the pages would be!

If life were a book, we would each be a prolouge and epilouge,
Yet also our own story.

The book would weave together in the end,
As only a truly good book can.

If all life were a book,
It would be a hard book to read.

But those who read it would gain from it,
And enjoy it to no end.

Just like living is hard,
But if we choose to live, there is nothing like it.

If all life were a book,
We should read it, live it, and never forget.





Would you consider that a poem? Please nothing deliberately mean, I was tired last night and scribbled something down......

Answer 1

Great poem! And to think you were tired in the first place. I can't imagine if you weren't. :)

Honestly, as an English Major graduate, your poem wowed me. I can't write poems as nicely as you. :)

Keep on writing! :)

Cheers,
Cookster

Answer 2

Hello Reads a lot: Well done. If that was scribbled down, just think of what you could do if you were not tired. I thoroughly enjoyed it and from the first line I was drawn in. Well done, keep it up. (Now for the spoilsport bit - I was a little annoyed at the spelling mistakes - although it did not take from the poem, it did show a slight lack of something......... try to spell correctly and I would suggest that you reopen your question and do it before it goes much further. Apart from that, sorry, 9 1/2 / 10.......

Answer 3

I think you made a good start considering you were tired. Each sentence is an interesting topic that you could think about, and then expand from your own experiences. I like the part about the pages being well worn, it makes me think of people flipping back to a spot in the book to relive happy memories, like a photo albumn.

Answer 4

Do you think this is a poem?

Critiquing the Maestro

Eternal poetic genius, the Maestro,
patiently pens his art as the apparent chaos of life.
A mighty singer, he coaxes me back with a smile
if I occasionally skip a note or slip out of tune.

His dramatic chorus the winking stars which forshadow and hint,
His page the ever scrolling earth, humbly accepting his verse.
His stanzas our temporal histories.

Synchronicity his surprising, clever rhyme, subtle, sublime.
His steady meter, the changing seasons, absently tapping foot
to the slow nod of time.

His foil, our suffering,
a black tree of bloody thorns contrasts and adorns
as Dante's shining white rose forever blooms and grows.

How I've despised those thorns, however essential to his plot;
a tragedy, a comedy, but also a ballad of beauty and justice.

After all our joys and sorrows are said and sung,
only one theme remains; in love, he fulfills justice,
manifests beauty, reveals the moral and purpose of his great epic.

Write a line or two;
join your voice to the song.

Answer 5

You have some interesting concepts in there. You need to work on your structure. I believe that you are working in free prose style. It needs a lot of work. You started with one thought, separated into two lines and two stanzas. You shift around with the prologue and epilogue stanza. I like the concept in the stanza, but, stick with your structure. In the same vein, the stanza following needs to be lengthened. You also need to lengthen the " Just like living is hard..." stanza.

Keep working. A lot of potential is in there !

Answer 6

It's a good poem, I have to say. It needs some work, but I enjoyed reading it.

Answer 7

Hey, that poem is awesome. I'm trying to become a young writer, myself. You poem has depth. I really liked it.

Answer 8

I hope you truly considering a career as a writer. Very good!!

Answer 9

sounds poetic to me...

Good stuff. I wonder what you are capable of when you aren't tired. Try it, you might be a great poet in the making!!!

Answer 10

Congratulations, a very nice poem, keep writing.