Analysis of Iris
My portraits of the past
remind me of all I have lost.
How cruel this world is
once you have given everything,
and have nothing left to comfort yourself,
as you pace around the barren,
haunted hallway of your life.
All I'll ever be is dancing with ghosts,
holding them close,
wishing for one more day of life,
yearning to hear their heartbeat
ever once more.
All I ever needed was to be loved,
unconditional and true,
its light of a thousand suns
carrying me through
the darkest of nights.
Part of me longs for the mother I've never had,
fearful of accepting the one
who is just as broken as I am,
who made me broken
in her brokenness.
Part of me longs for the love
that will never be,
the blossoms that will never flourish,
the taste of bittersweet memories,
tormenting my subconscious.
Part of me wishes so desperately
to be free from this world,
evanescent amongst the stars,
lost to the patterns
of time and space.
On this day, 33 years ago,
I was born into this world,
unwanted and cumbersome,
begging for the comfort
of a mother's love.
On this day, 33 years ago,
I was born into this world,
sleepy-eyed and hopeful,
eager to never let go of my father's hand
as he vanished into the void.
It's so hard to believe in yourself
when no one else does.
you're on your own kid,
and the clock is ticking away
ever so slowly,
ever so briskly,
in fleeting moments.
Tick, tock.
...Tick, tock.
......Tick, tock.
I am but a remnant of mother nature.
a grain of sand in the vastness of time.
a moment after everything began.
a distant memory after everything ends.
and so it shall be ever more.
Scheme | xx axbcd xxdxe xfxfx xcxca ghxxx hixxx JIxxg JIxxx bx xxhhx KKK xxxxe |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110101 01111111 110111 1111010 0110111001 11101010 101111 1110111011 1011 10111111 101111 1011 1110101111 010001 1110101 10011 01011 111110101101 10101001 111110111 11110 001 1111101 11101 010111010 01110100 101010 1111011000 111111 0100101 11010 1101 111101 1110111 0100100 101010 10101 111101 1110111 101010 101101111101 11100101 111101001 11111 11111 00111001 10110 10110 01010 11 11 11 11101011010 0111001011 010101001 01010010101 01111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,606 |
Words | 349 |
Sentences | 21 |
Stanzas | 13 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 2, 5, 3, 5 |
Lines Amount | 57 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 95 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
About this poem
Written on my 33rd birthday, this poem touches on recovering from childhood traumas. It focuses on coming to terms with the hopes and aspirations your inner child had for not only you, but the people around you.
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Written on October 20, 2023
Submitted by ammiemarie on April 10, 2024
Modified by ammiemarie on April 11, 2024
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