I stare outside of my lonely home,
and see the neighbours I’ve always known.
Their garden filled with the colours of dreams,
for I wish to have such a garden that gleams.
But every time I try,
The flowers always die.
I have a basket of seeds for every flower I know,
yet neither flower decides to grow.
The neighbours water their flowers every day,
and I have done just the same.
Their flowers seem so happy and bright in their yard,
but mine will never change.
The neighbours laugh happily outside of their home,
but I just stay inside and observe them alone.
For I wish to have such nice flowers like theirs.
- Author: idontknowwhatimdoing ( Offline)
- Published: June 18th, 2022 22:31
- Comment from author about the poem: I don\\\'t really know for sure how to describe this poem, but it\\\'s basically about a person comparing their flowers to their neighbors, which are much brighter and prettier. This poem kind of shows how lots of people compare their body image to others who are considered to be \\\"more beautiful\\\" than they\\\'ll ever be. Although this is my interpretation of it, there are probably many other ways that you could see this poem. This is my second poem ever written on this website, so sorry if it kind of sucks lol
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