Alas, a new poem.
I had a tremendous amount of difficulty with this poem. The problem is the style it's written in: a sonnet with ten lines, in iambic pentameter, "AB" rhyming scheme, mild alliteration, and scientific metaphors... My desire to write such a complex poem turned out to be very limited and the message did not get entirely across. I plan on rewriting it as a free verse... which will probably be more interesting. Also, this poem was inspired by someone totally awesome. <3
B l i s s
Gravity pulls my soul against the ground--
Pressure from my mind pounds bullet proof glass,
Fragile by frequencies of intense sound.
Your stance is a statue marching through grass...
Such divine and determined dialects.
My world spirals you into my orbit,
You're my satellite the sun reflects;
Other stars dim by the light you transmit--
Your whispers shiver me to stay awake,
The bliss your magnetic blue eyes partake...
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