Broken lights, broken wings,
Glued on bitumen, stucked on rings,
Of quacked fights, uneasy to sing,
Thy heart of fright, hitted by sling,
Hopes for a flight, yet gets stung.
Broken claws, alarms in pain,
There she crows, almost in sane,
The pain grows, rocks and slain,
Catch her flaws, hopes in vain,
Her dreams gnaws, holded by a chain.
Dimmed light, faded life’s admirations,
Hopeless sight, curtailed aspirations,
Summarized mortal ropes, broken motion,
Bounted knotes, happiness distortion,
Unending fight, life’s ceaseless commotion.
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imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: its hard to give it a title am ready to here anyones opinion, what do u think i should title it?
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Yay! First comment!!! That image—“glued on bitumen”—stuck with me. It’s so physical, gritty, and symbolic of what it means to be grounded against your will. Stark and brilliant. As such, "Bitumen Dreams" could be a cool title. Yet, this also feels like a hymn for the broken-winged. So, perhaps "Gravity's Hymn"? Those two came to me while reading. Regardless, beautiful poem! A fave! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanks a lot
You're welcome.
The last two words seem the perfect title for this
Ceaseless commotion
Thoroughly enjoyed the read
why ceaseless commotion feel free to share ur opinion
Broken wings broken lights
Gets stung alarms in pain
Almost insane
Hope's in vain
Held by chains
Seems a lot of commotion that shows no sign of ending
A humble suggestion
I like it no matter what it's called
that makes sense thanks for ur generous feedback
A poem is often more interesting with neologisms and here we have some. A most engaging read
Thanks for the response
Most welcome
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