There was a reason

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

My first poem, through which I tried to reveal my vision of the world and the meaning of human existence

There was a reason


There was a reason in my coming

In stepping on this vivid land

For building new and loyal chumming

In leaving homeplace, warm and bland.


There was a reason to abandon

My own planet far away

Amazing place too hard to stand in

What Universe of yours cannot gainsay.


There was a reason to explore

To give a chance this tricky berth

That’s when I’d left my common chore

And have come by to visit Earth.



There was a reason to confide

Exploring unfamiliar world

To try not seeing hidden snide

In the discoveries around being whirled.


There was a reason to compare,

To get to know, adjust, observe

By hearing Humans to prepare

To share with them immortal oeuvre.


There was a reason to befriend

These grumpy strangers just like you

To teach them how to comprehend

The Universe and spaces clue.



There was a reason to create

The piece of art to show them how

Both our worlds are joined to fete

The cosmic wisdom we should bow.


There was a reason to be friendly

While roaming among earthlings

To be attentive, patient, cuddly

While being called a weirdo for no sins.


There was a reason to obey

By trying hard to match their scheme

By thinking what they can relate

By doing what they call mainstream.



There was a reason to await

When they are ready to cognize

My real reason to restate

How fragile world of them likewise.


There was a reason to explain

To everyone I’ve met on route

It is the Universe itself who deign

To answer the main of Human’s moot.


When did the Universe appear?

What was the purpose of its birth?

What helps the Humans life be clear

While looking for your place on Earth?



What is Time itself in fact?

Why can’t you see it, but can feel?

How does it choose what to neglect?

And when it’s right to stimulate your zeal?


What is your goal in this world?

How can you find it for sure?

How can you set your sail unfurled

And near true vocation moor?


How can you guess I’m not from here?

And where to find souls like me?

Why do you definitely need to hear

What else we’ve got to share with thee?


The only question I forgot

Was something I’m still unsure of.

Was there a reason here me brought?

Or was it found here thereof?


Anastasia Kis 

Submitted: May 02, 2020

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The feeling of being an outsider, of being on the wrong planet is one I'm very familiar with. I loved the way you included so many questions in it too. A great way to get the reader to think that bit more.

Sat, May 2nd, 2020 6:39pm


Thank you for reading my writings and leaving your opinion! I appreciate it!
This topic has been haunting me for a long time, and I am glad that I was able to convey it to others in writing.

Thu, May 14th, 2020 12:14am


An amazing work; Oeuvre accomplished my friend, I stand in awe!

Fri, June 5th, 2020 8:30am

Craig Davison

Nice rhythm and rhyme. A fun poem about alienation. Good work. I know I am old and pedantic but fate is spelt thus, unless you were being ambiguous and facetious, which is cool, but a fete is a bazaar-like function to raise money for charity. Either works for me, really. Sorry, but I was an English teacher and old habbits die hard. Nice poem.

Fri, June 5th, 2020 9:38am


I read & comment on all of your posted work, & you don’t even visit? Hmmm. I wonder why? Am I not worth your time? Sad if that’s the case... Hopefully you’re just busy & haven’t noticed my visit!

Sat, June 6th, 2020 9:46am

James McMahon

Awesome questions. I like your poem a lot. It resonates with me. Keep writing.

Fri, June 12th, 2020 12:45pm


Thank you!

Tue, June 16th, 2020 12:01am

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