I’ll never be you,
confident, social, carefree.
No need to cure me.
I’ll never be you,
confident, social, carefree.
No need to cure me.
Number-obsessed world,
you confuse, discourage, hurt
my confidence dies.
Shove me in your box,
I’m a circle, not a square
Where do I belong?
This is a fascinating poem. I don’t know what poetry techniques the author used, but he’s obviously very skilled. I really like how he uses picture words to describe the contrast between the beginning of the battle and the end of it.
BY GEORGE GORDEN, LORD BYRON
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I’m studying poetry in school this year, and I really like it! I wanted to share one of the poems from my poetry book, because it inspired me.
It’s truly amazing how words can describe something so perfectly, like this tree.