95
When you saw the title how did you read it?
Was it “NinetyFive” ?
Or was it “9,5” ?
Either way, it’s just numbers right?
Incomplete date, maybe?
95 is character
It’s energy, lessons, physical form of love
Was built with complex emotions
A story
Understood perspectives that wasn’t thought of or imagined yet
95 was what you called on when you were high or low.
Sad or happy
Came with fear that people neglected to see or pay attention to
Built with a heart of true love
Enjoy natural ways of living
Enjoyed listening and giving off its natural ability to make one smile
Wether the favor was returned or not
Now you thinking, what do this “95” represent
95 is a man
A man that lived
A energy that touched
A story that taught
A heart that loved and listened to what another heart needed
And now a void within me because somebody took him
This void still managed to allow me to smile in moments because how powerful and authentic the man was the lyes behind it
95 is not just a number, It’s a man that created life into it.
A reason to smile before and after you cry
May he be forgiven and Rest In Peace.
In memory of: NinetyFive S. Stewart
About this poem
This poem is created by De’Ja Mason. It was created in honor of a loved one. It’s purpose is to share life, keep ones name alive, and show that something that seem so simple can mean so much. Lastly, writing is apart of grieving and understanding. I just hope I can make him proud.
Written on January 04, 2022
Submitted by dejamasonn on January 04, 2022
Modified on May 03, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABAXCXBXCXXCXBXXX XXXXXXXAAX X X |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,179 |
Words | 243 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 17, 10, 1, 1 |
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