So, I wrote this poem a year ago. It was simple 10 lines, but I expanded on the poem after awhile. Giving every baseline, except for the final one, 3 lines to follow it.
Background of Poem
So I'm a lesbian. My friends and family are mostly homophobes. So that explains the last few bolded lines and the following lines of them. I was also a really happy kiddo, that enjoyed art and such. I had a lot of interests, but as I grew up, I just became bored, and dull. I didn't hold any more interests, and I stopped drawing and painting and all.
The Poem
I used to see myself as a rainbow,
The vivid watercolors would paint my future and my history.
The wonders of the world would no longer be a mystery,
Now that I could see everything in shades of yellow and purple.
But since I had to grow
I no longer owned the world, instead, I owed it.
My ecological footprint soon left marks on the world.
The only logical reason was because I am a waste of resources.
I see gray and shades of black.
The color of the color of Lilacs is no longer vivid.
I was never forgiven.
I have done miracles, but I have created chaos.
I never wanted to have a feeling of lack,
Its rich affection left me with slivers.
My heart is starting to run like a million rivers.
I wonder if it’s apparent.
But I gained such a bland voice that denies me.
My parents refuse to allow me to the right too.
I vowed to never love another.
All I can dream about is the female under that veil.
I want to say, I hate thee,
My relatives are repetitive.
They all think and know the same.
All I want is to be free.
But she, whom I see, can only deny.
It was as if she was a replication of my family.
I can only help but cry in the midst of night.
For she doesn’t see a female or a veil in her future.
I wished she could just lie,
I wish it were a lie, the words she muttered.
Her mouth gracefully lecturing me.
Remembering is just as painful as hearing.
The sweet embrace of honey, oh how lovely.
The sweet calorie filled liquid.
It creates a gallery in my mind, of her.
She leaps and jumps around a tree.
If only love wasn't as deadly.
Background of Poem
So I'm a lesbian. My friends and family are mostly homophobes. So that explains the last few bolded lines and the following lines of them. I was also a really happy kiddo, that enjoyed art and such. I had a lot of interests, but as I grew up, I just became bored, and dull. I didn't hold any more interests, and I stopped drawing and painting and all.
The Poem
I used to see myself as a rainbow,
The vivid watercolors would paint my future and my history.
The wonders of the world would no longer be a mystery,
Now that I could see everything in shades of yellow and purple.
But since I had to grow
I no longer owned the world, instead, I owed it.
My ecological footprint soon left marks on the world.
The only logical reason was because I am a waste of resources.
I see gray and shades of black.
The color of the color of Lilacs is no longer vivid.
I was never forgiven.
I have done miracles, but I have created chaos.
I never wanted to have a feeling of lack,
Its rich affection left me with slivers.
My heart is starting to run like a million rivers.
I wonder if it’s apparent.
But I gained such a bland voice that denies me.
My parents refuse to allow me to the right too.
I vowed to never love another.
All I can dream about is the female under that veil.
I want to say, I hate thee,
My relatives are repetitive.
They all think and know the same.
All I want is to be free.
But she, whom I see, can only deny.
It was as if she was a replication of my family.
I can only help but cry in the midst of night.
For she doesn’t see a female or a veil in her future.
I wished she could just lie,
I wish it were a lie, the words she muttered.
Her mouth gracefully lecturing me.
Remembering is just as painful as hearing.
The sweet embrace of honey, oh how lovely.
The sweet calorie filled liquid.
It creates a gallery in my mind, of her.
She leaps and jumps around a tree.
If only love wasn't as deadly.
