The Beauty In
Here is another poem, I actually rather enjoy it. Guess it's a good sign when you like the things you have written ^^
Hope you enjoy it as well!! Please let me know what you think -
Word count: 370
The Beauty In
The cave is hollow, so like all other caves.
Things bounce around inside it, but the rock lining is strong and able to yield.
But after a while of continued beatings, and even more frequent tossing’s the rock starts to wear.
Then the cave cries out its pain and echoes are born.
The cries and voices mingle and smother the walls, all looking for the exit as they leave their mark.
Twists and turns and coils and sweat; smooth the edges and edge the smooth.
Beauty within is beauty onward; stretching time and the shadows by light.
Then time runs its course and their out in the blue.
The feigned sculptor always leaves its sculpted, always and without exceptions.
Try to see what is, but difficult is far understated in the action.
Be the cave, in solitude, as it turns with the slow moving orb.
Then grow tired of the withered waiting.
The leaves of the roses fall affront your doorstep, and you find new tears but you know not why.
Twist and turns and coils and sweat; smooth the edges and edge the smooth.
Beauty within is beauty onward; stretching time and the shadows by light.
Then be astounded, for another has come with new hope.
The truth is there is always hope; no matter how rugged a thing is placed before your vision.
The cave can do not but let in; its door is always open, for it has no door.
But the sculptor adds its notch next to the one before; it is hard and prominent.
Then again the cave is alone, crying out from deep within.
The cave is hollow, so like all other caves.
Things bounce around inside it, but the rock lining is strong and able to yield.
But after a while of continued beatings, and even more frequent tossing’s the rock starts to wear.
Then the cave cries out its pain and echoes are born.
The outside looks like any other.
To see inside is another tale, full of age and forgotten joy.
Be it reason to be a cave, and also reason for why they sleep in wait and pain.
Then forget that one, and move on to another.
Hope you enjoy it as well!! Please let me know what you think -
Word count: 370
The Beauty In
The cave is hollow, so like all other caves.
Things bounce around inside it, but the rock lining is strong and able to yield.
But after a while of continued beatings, and even more frequent tossing’s the rock starts to wear.
Then the cave cries out its pain and echoes are born.
The cries and voices mingle and smother the walls, all looking for the exit as they leave their mark.
Twists and turns and coils and sweat; smooth the edges and edge the smooth.
Beauty within is beauty onward; stretching time and the shadows by light.
Then time runs its course and their out in the blue.
The feigned sculptor always leaves its sculpted, always and without exceptions.
Try to see what is, but difficult is far understated in the action.
Be the cave, in solitude, as it turns with the slow moving orb.
Then grow tired of the withered waiting.
The leaves of the roses fall affront your doorstep, and you find new tears but you know not why.
Twist and turns and coils and sweat; smooth the edges and edge the smooth.
Beauty within is beauty onward; stretching time and the shadows by light.
Then be astounded, for another has come with new hope.
The truth is there is always hope; no matter how rugged a thing is placed before your vision.
The cave can do not but let in; its door is always open, for it has no door.
But the sculptor adds its notch next to the one before; it is hard and prominent.
Then again the cave is alone, crying out from deep within.
The cave is hollow, so like all other caves.
Things bounce around inside it, but the rock lining is strong and able to yield.
But after a while of continued beatings, and even more frequent tossing’s the rock starts to wear.
Then the cave cries out its pain and echoes are born.
The outside looks like any other.
To see inside is another tale, full of age and forgotten joy.
Be it reason to be a cave, and also reason for why they sleep in wait and pain.
Then forget that one, and move on to another.