Analysis of Sensitivity in Chaos: A Beacon's Resilience
Sometimes the air hurts me, cuts like a knife,
And leaves me breathless, gasping for reprieve.
It shakes me to the core, disrupts my flow,
But I am powerless to its brute force,
A mere mortal in its turbulent wake,
Longing for peace, a calmness to embrace.
The rose that trembles in the wind's caress,
Its fragile petals quivering with fear,
Is like my soul, so delicate and pure,
Vulnerable to the world's harsh disdain.
But still, it blooms, defying all that's wrong,
A symbol of hope, a symbol of grace.
The poem that burns with an intense flame,
Its words incendiary, its passion fierce,
Is like a fire that rages in my heart,
Consuming me with its ardor and zeal.
But still, I write, with all my heart and soul,
Pouring out my essence, my pain, my joy.
I long to fix everything, to make things right,
To heal the wounds, to banish all the pain.
But life is complex, and sometimes it's hard,
And nothing bleeds, and nothing can be fixed.
But still, I try, with all my might and will,
To make a difference, to leave my mark.
Sensitive, I have a sensitive soul,
One that's attuned to life's infinite hues.
I feel deeply, and sometimes it's too much,
But still, I press on, with courage and hope.
For in this world of chaos and decay,
My soul is a beacon, a shining light.
So let the air hurt me, let the rose tremble,
Let the poem burn, with all its searing flame.
For I am alive, with all my strengths and flaws,
And in this life, I'll do the best I can.
For though I'm just a speck in this vast universe,
I matter, and I'll make my life count.
I'll paint my canvas with the colors of life,
With brushstrokes bold, with passion and with might.
I'll dance in the rain, I'll sing with the wind,
I'll embrace the joy that life has to give.
I'll be a friend to those who need a hand,
I'll lend my ear to those who need to be heard.
I'll be a light in someone's darkest hour,
A beacon of hope, a source of power.
And though the world may sometimes seem unkind,
And though the air may hurt, and the rose may tremble,
And though the poem may burn with fierce intensity,
I'll keep on going, with all my tenacity.
For I am a warrior, with a heart of gold,
A fighter, a lover, a force to behold.
And though the journey may be long and hard,
I'll face it all, with my sensitive soul as my guard.
And when my time on this earth is done,
And I leave behind this mortal coil,
I'll know that I've lived a life well-lived,
And my soul will be at peace, free from all toil.
So let the air hurt me, let the rose tremble,
Let the poem burn, with all its searing flame.
For I am alive, and I'll make my mark,
And my sensitive soul will leave a lasting spark.
The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.
So, don't hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores.
Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) |
Metre | 0101111101 0111010101 1111010111 1111001111 0110011001 1011010101 011100101 1101010011 1111110001 1000101101 1111010111 0101101011 0101111011 11010001101 11010110011 0101111001 1111111101 1011101111 1111101111 1101110101 1111000111 0101010111 1111111101 1101001111 1001101001 1101111001 1110001111 1111111001 1011110001 1110100101 11011110110 10101111101 11101111101 0011110111 11110101110 110011111 11110101011 111110011 1100111101 1010111111 1101111101 11111111111 1101011010 0101101110 0101101101 010111001110 0101011110100 111101110100 111010010111 01001001101 0101011101 1111111001111 011111111 011011101 111110111 01111111111 11011110110 10101111101 1110101111 011001110101 01011101101001101001110110100111110100101001101111011100111110011010011011111000100011010100101110110101001011110110110 1110010100111101011 111 1 11 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 3,261 |
Words | 712 |
Sentences | 31 |
Stanzas | 15 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1, 1, 3 |
Lines Amount | 65 |
Letters per line (avg) | 38 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 164 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 41 |
About this poem
This poem is about the power of the human spirit to persevere despite the difficulties of life. The speaker is aware of their own vulnerability, but also of their strength and courage. They are determined to make their life count and to be a source of light and hope for others. The poem is a powerful reminder to embrace life and its challenges with resilience, passion, and tenacity.
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