The Sky

by Lucy Loves Not   Aug 30, 2005


Look at the sky!
Does this not bring amazement to your life?
How can I,
so small [compared]
to the sky,
be so concerned with myself?
How I tend
to overlook the
beauty of the
world!
Oh God, forgive me
for ignoring your
relentless gifts.
I am surrounded by peace
and drunk with love.
Next time
I look at the stars,
I will remember:
I am not that great.

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  • 18 years ago

    by pseudo

    Wow!! this is such an intersting topic to write about i ddont see poems like these too often! amazing job! it gives a great message on how sometimes we overlook things as you had said keep up the great work =)

    --emotionless19*

  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Great poem, weel written with a strong message. well done

  • 18 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    It's a sad thing when we overlook the beauty within the world. Always so caught up in ourselves, this is a beautiful reminder to pay attention to our breathtaking surrounding's and quit obsessing over little things. Beautifully conveyed and I really love the last line. It truly puts life in perspective~Holly

  • 18 years ago

    by BrokenMisery

    A really powerful message that makes you wake up to reality. You bought a free verse to a lot of power. Keep it up!

  • 18 years ago

    by Into the Aegean

    I'm not sure if this is the meaning you were trying to convey as you put in this in the poems about life section but basically I felt this poem was about love created modested.

    Allow me to elaborate...

    The tell-tale line for me was "drunk with love". I can just imagine a young lover staring up at the sky through new eyes, they are no longer alone, they have seen and felt things bigger than themselves and can now recognise them in the heavens.

    The sky is love, something infinite, an escape from the horror of the world below...

    I really went off on one there, sorry, it's like the cynic in me is on holiday tonight and I've suddenly become a hybrid Byron/Shelley who just won't stop typing.

    Nice poem, by the way.