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Daddy's Womb MAG
April 23, 2008
i asked my father if i could swim,
and he said that i would drown.
The Sea would imprison me – he said
if my feet had left the ground.
So i walked out to the water,
and cried out – how ’bout now!
He said, a little bit further, Son,
and then you’ll leave the ground.
i stepped on sand then stone,
from hollow ground to sturdy.
The sky was at my level as I
gazed at the birdie.
The Sea brought me a new idea,
the urge to flee to the high.
i asked my Father if i could fly,
and he said, sure, Son – go try.
i jumped as high as i could.
Still, i landed on the ground.
i saw my Father pull on a chain,
then i knew that i was bound.
© Anonymous
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PoeticPrincess BRONZE said...
on Apr. 28 2014 at 2:08 pm
Wow this was an amazing poem. Great job!
Lemons4Randi BRONZE said...
on Apr. 23 2014 at 5:54 pm
A beautifully written piece. Love the idea of it. The whole poem comes together in the last few lines and I think i am in love with this poem. Keep it up
Hells_Will SILVER said...
on Apr. 17 2014 at 1:45 pm
this is amazing!!!!!!! i love it!! i know how it feels to be held back by your parents but its my mom not my dad i dont really know my dad but thats why i love it sssooo much!!!! (sorry about my bad gramer!!)
beanpole said...
on Apr. 16 2014 at 2:44 pm
wow you did a great job!
Nightowlwriter BRONZE said...
on Apr. 10 2014 at 4:40 pm
Sad but beautiful, as poetry usually is.
C.S.Thompson SILVER said...
on Apr. 9 2014 at 9:23 pm
This was a very cool piece to read. I enjoyed the use of imagery. It was little sad, the ending but that's alright because it was symbolic. Nice work.
juliamolly BRONZE said...
on Apr. 7 2014 at 9:42 pm
Wow. I thought this was beautifuly written and the flow was really spectacular. That said, I think if you elongated this more you would have much more room for an emotional connection with the audience. (Me being very close with my father) Love this piece though and happy writing!
thatoneguythathateschool BRONZE said...
on Apr. 7 2014 at 2:39 pm
Like really this is just horrible i threw up a little in my mouth
thatoneguythathateschool BRONZE said...
on Apr. 7 2014 at 2:29 pm
This is horrible
Poetry is supposed to be interpreted based on how it makes you feel. What is your initial reaction to it? What does it make you think of? Does it spark something deep inside of you, make you stir a bit, make you ponder about it for a bit? Roll the poem around in your mind for a while, I'm sure you'll come to something.
MilindaMiller BRONZE said...
on Apr. 5 2014 at 11:59 am
This is beautiful, I loved it!
superstar_25 said...
on Apr. 4 2014 at 9:46 pm
I hope you all enjoy my poems!
Kathryn Stone BRONZE said...
on Apr. 2 2014 at 1:24 pm
Your word choice was amazing! Some of the rhyme was a little funky but it still worked really well.
Jordan Meendering said...
on Apr. 2 2014 at 8:45 am
good poem, keep it up!
Daelyn said...
on Apr. 2 2014 at 8:42 am
This piece was amazing! I loved it!
Juneza-Ann Borro SILVER said...
on Mar. 20 2014 at 9:59 pm
I like your poem it speaks in volumes and I know it is hard to find the right words to speak to your readers. Well done!
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