Who we are

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is one of those poems that I think could be good, but has a number of problems with it. Unfortunately I cannot figure out what it is missing. All constructive criticism welcome!!!

Submitted: December 16, 2007

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Submitted: December 16, 2007



It is why you wake up in the morning,

When yesterday you were sad.

It’s why you search for the good inside them

when you know the soul is bad.

This is the meaning of hope.


It is to be suffocated by darkness,

when your are inches from the light.

To have no heart to move throughout the day

And onward into night.

This is the meaning of despair.


It is the explosion that rocks your foundations

And makes monsters out of men.

It’s to look at someone and wish them ill,

And to never hurt you again.

This is the meaning of anger.


It is to walk with a spring in your step,

To feel as light as air.

It’s to be content with your life,

And to feel that the world is fair.

This is the meaning of happiness.


It is to adapt to change,

To have a variety of faces.

It’s to have your share of wins and losses

In a plethora of different places.

This is what it means to be human.

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