I set a statue upon a hill
Of which got torn gladly
His glowing glamour which grant thine eyes
The pleasure of his existence, to little resistance
A virtuous vision of vicious precision
To ambitious to ignore, yet less encore
Bitter taste asserts the tyrant into his place
Falling upon his intuition, losing his recognition
The statue set in stone & thought
Torn from scorn and ripped apart
Lost thoughts linger from longer lost goals
Older tales of blazing trails, desperate to prevail
Blinded eyes bicker behind blue skies
Despite its quiet nature, repurposed for failure
Ravaged and disgraced, it awaits the next statue to take its place
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Author:
ProfessionalPaperDigester (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2022 11:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Originally a school project, its about how media influences our lives. It was the first poem I wrote that I actually liked.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Okay, I'm glad to have the honor of being the first comment on your poetry! Hey! I would also like to say you did a splendid job! The imagery you incorporated is immaculate for the message. Media, and its influence, can have a toll on people's life and you expressed this with such a fresh metaphor. Kudos! 💖👏
I appreciate it! Im actually a very new poet, so some outside opinions are very much wanted!
Very well inked dear poet
With excellent imagery gilded upon the statue
Indeed media controls the masses
The one for our entertainment, now simply rules us
Keep penning dear poet
Thanks for sharing
And welcome to MPS
I don't plan on stopping anytime soon.
You shouldn’t
So keep penning for us to read more of you
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