Powerless.

by forevertobeart   Nov 24, 2008


He asked for a rose,
I gave him thorns in abundance.
He asked for freedom,
I put him into the bars of life.
He asked for dreams,
I showed him paths of reality.
He asked for a mouthful of blue sky,
all I had were dark gray clouds.
He called for the music of springs,
I had those of cold winters.
He asked for a moment of glory,
I gave him impending doom.
At last he asked for food,
to keep him alive,
to face all that I had given him,
but I had given a burning hunger forever.

He never asked for anything else.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Cody

    This is a great poem. It shows the reader the struggle the guy is going through, but also shows subtly how the writer feels a longing to give him these things, although she can't or won't allow herself to. Great write. 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Dark Savior

    This is a very well done poem, I enjoyed how you compared what he wanted to what you gave him.

    I really loved the opening line "He asked for roses, I gave him an abudence of thorns" I think that is my favorite line in the entire poem.

    I know that it's one of the my interesting poems about someone who can't give out their love to another person. It's very well done.

    I wasn't overly struck about the way that you ended it. I'm not a big fan of the .... to start anything, it stretchs the syllables and the length of the poem, use grammar to cause the breaks you need instead of ...

    I really liked this poem other than that I cannot think of anything that I would suggest that you improve.

    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Fear2love

    Cool poem

  • 15 years ago

    by Sumit Ojha

    Well, I don't read too much Miscellaneous poems... But this miscellaneous poem is really different and awesome... you write very nice, Good Job!! Keep up this good work :)

    4/5

  • 15 years ago

    by lisa marie

    I can really feel the anger you must feel towards this person for whatever he did. There are so many beautiful and very poetic lines written.
    "He asked for freedom,
    I put him into the bars of life." <-- this paints a really great picture.

    "He asked for a mouthful of blue sky,
    all I had were dark gray clouds."

    - that mouthful part really drew me in. --I love poetic lines like you have written.

    Gosh I don't know what else to say. You have shown a great deal of talent within these few lines.

    One thing though is that they are called "prickles" and not "thorns". Prickles like on roses are a modified epidermal structure (they do not develop from branch tissues) and thorns are actually a modified stem/branch structure like on a locust tree.

    either way, I give this poem a 5.