Okay, it was a quick on the spot poem. I would love constructive criticism, but dont just write DIZ SUCKS KBYE If you dont like it, give reason, give opinions, give personal interpretations, give advice, poetry isn't my jam, but it was an assignment.
This poem does not even have a name, I fail:
In this amaruotic light,
I find no need for sight;
I lead with apprehension,
Me, myself, and I.
The path I walk is somber,
Dispairs me as I stride;
But a salubrious attempt,
As I grasp the bottom line.
Perhaps you can't distinguish,
Interpret, sympathize;
Why I execute such things;
Afflicting, addling, lies.
I do it to conserve you,
For I love and cherish thou.
I see the pain beyond your eyes;
And alluring, worrying, brow.
My intentions indeed are righteous;
To bring forth a master piece;
For you to use so willingly,
Your agony surceased.
My plan from there transparent,
Live so blissfully;
Reminisce the path we chose to walk,
In angelic harmony.
Very basic rhythm, very simple flow. Ohwell. Failure is the first steps toward success.
