My Kite...

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

A very colourful and emotional poem...

He was all of violet
With hues of blue
Some pink dots
And 
golden streaks too
 

With valor and longing
He gazed at the sky
Knowing he was always
Meant to fly

 

It must have been
His luckiest day
A li’l girl came
All ready to play

 

She looked at the kite
With her loving eyes
Imagined him having
A rendezvous with the skies

 

She took him home
And kept him safe
Caressed him, admired him
And then one day…

 

Excited, she tied the
string
And lifted him in her hands
That’s when the pain arose
She felt its blistering pangs

 

She had always known
It was love at first sight
How could she now let him
Take his first flight?

 

What if he tore?
What if he was lost?
Wasn’t he too precious
To bear such a grave cost?

 

So she tore the strings
To relieve her fears
And made him heavier
By soaking him in tears

 

His colors soon bled
With all her crying
He knew he could now
Never even dream of flying

 

They sacrificed adventure
For the fear of pain
Gave up the skies
For everything mundane

 

Never did they sing again
Nor feel the wind’s draft
They lived and smiled
But alas! Never again laughed…

Are
we doing this to the ones we love the dearest?

 


Submitted: January 09, 2012

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Richmaggs

A great poem with a lovely underlying story. I particularly like the line 'rendezvous with the skies'.
A very emotive verse, well done.

Mon, January 9th, 2012 3:45pm

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thanks a lot Rich

Mon, January 9th, 2012 7:47am

glitter snow426

simply amazing, wonderfully told!! You are an artist, very clever, AWESOME!!

Wed, January 11th, 2012 12:27am

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thanks dear! :) am so honoured

Tue, January 10th, 2012 6:09pm

Ekeuhie

Jayeeta, you should quit you job now and be a full-time poet. This poem will take you before queens and kings; this poem will take you places. This poem is indeed a masterpiece. Hugs. Tears in eyes

Tue, June 12th, 2012 7:02am

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