Broken Vase: A lost beauty

Broken Vase: A lost beauty

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The poem "Broken Vase" speaks of a once-gorgeous flower holder that held purpose and beauty. However, after an unfortunate fall, the vase shattered into countless pieces, and its former magnificence was forever lost. Despite the attempts to mend it, the vase remained cracked, and it gradually lost its meaning. The world proceeded as it always had, yet the vase couldn't, as it now felt alone and desolate. The speaker can't help but question why life took such a toll on it, resulting in its downfall. The vase longs to go back in time to the tiniest fragment of yesterday, but there is no way for it to undo fate. Consequently, it's left as a broken vase, stranded on the floor, with nothing to hold and no one to care for.
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Words are sharper than knife they say. Yes it is true. Some perfectly moulded good words can both make and break a heart easily. A poem is a group of such perfectly moulded words given wings to fly. They fly through the mind and heart easily. A hobby is an activity we do to express ourselves, our beliefs and our thinking. For example through drawing, dancing, singing, etcetera. Writing a poem is one of such hobbies. Here words are used. These words and messages are far more twisted. A poem hits the mind, a good poem hits the heart. Thoughts Of A Juvenile is just a collection of my poems.I started writing poems when I was 8. I may not be a great writer. But yeah I write to express. There have been times for me like many other teenagers where I thought I was lost and helpless. There have been good times too. I'm standing on the edge of teenage now, telling you that you can survive this. You can survive everything. All you need is to find your strengths. There are sad nights and then there are mornings full of opportunities. Don't give up. I'm here and I'll always be here. Whenever you feel down just remind yourself "Be stupid". Go out in public and the eat the food you like alone, ask out your crush, flirt like there's no one watching, dance like a ghost has possessed your body, prank people, have a little chat with the nerds you know. Surviving is an art not many can master. Be a Master. There are mistakes in this book and I tried my best to correct them. But couldn't correct them all. I would really love to receive reviews and criticism. Vote if you like it. Comment your views. And follow for more poems. Add it to your reading list or library.

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