We`re Not Alike...

Poem By Ekaterina Polishchuk

We want to know about our future,
But changing thoughts is quite a horror task.
We`re looking for unusual clumsy feature
And just for fun about angels ask.
We look for love but don`t believe in soul,
We never stand in troubles with a smile,
We want to reach of fortune main goal
But don`t want go to it for even mile.
We differ much in our style of living,
We`re not alike and play our own parts.
We try to hide what now we all are feeling
And wait for death that always souls cuts.
We`re not alike but it is our treasure
To live for love and dream about light.
And if we go with problems under pressure,
We should not cry but stay in own site.

Comments about We`re Not Alike...

A stunning poem! Like lightening from a clear blue sky! Such is the impact of the beautful inspiring message! You are a marvelous poet.
People say radium is the most powerful substance but a glimpse at this poems shows poetry is also efficacious. The way you addressed with the problem with out any dress make you a fantabulous poet! Bingo! I can see our speech in this poem. Yes! Sometimes life become weary and unbearable then life peters out of us. Then we believe in miracles! Anyway, you belong to the mighty clan of mystic poets - tick! tick! 100/100 + a big high five!
Really inspiring poem. I like ur style of writing.
A very powerful poem. You're a good writer!
well said and well crafted, every line of the poem is full of wisdom.

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