I love poetry because i can do what i want. English teachers come get me but i dont care about your rules anymore! A poem can be so deep that even scholars will never truly understand it's meaning. Some poems are straight forward with their point and others are completely open for interpretation by the reader. Poetry gives people an outlet to speak their mind, whether they choose to hide it behind metaphors and symbolism, well that is their choice and rightfully so. This is a poem i literally just wrote. I actually was half asleep and words came in my head and i had to get them out. Some may get the meaning, some may not, some may think they do but do not. But i hope you enjoy, and if you hate poetry, welll, might just want to skip this one. If you happen to like it for whatever reason, please feel free to share with friends and loved ones. And as always thanks for reading.
"Old Sea"
Old sea, majestically turning through the canyons and trees
A favor I ask, one we all must ask, please..home, will you take me?
Steady and calm are the waters, the ones I want for me
But I shall follow you to the end, there is no other choice you see
Your waters filled with life, both experienced and new
I can feel the young, constantly and pridefully waiting their debut
Old sea, wise and aged, please tell us the secrets that are you
Answers, others come to me to seek, but only if I knew
Storms go and storms pass, leaving it's fair share of fear
For the experienced it's a common theme, for the new; they feel death near
Waves crash below the surface, sometimes causing pain to those we hold dear
We cry out, "old sea" for our words to only fall on wise deaf ears
Some in this sea have no worries, no cares at all
Others carry baggage on their back, some as thick as the sea wall
Some in this sea, we are able to hold them up as they begin to fall
Others here, we watch helplessly as they are stuck within the squall
Old sea I thank you for the good and bad. We have come so far
Our final days ahead I will spend counting all of the heavenly stars
I know old sea, you have done your job; Home, it is now where we are
But one last favor old friend? Please help me to cross the bar.
Breck
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