The spaceman wears no suit,
A choice of his own.
He jumps from planet to planet,
Making his own universe.
Darkness infused with brightness the light of stars.
Soaring through the cosmos,
He has no limits and no boundaries.
He rules the worlds which he travels,
Not showing mercy to the people he rules.
The spaceman rules with an iron fist,
But he doesn’t want to.
With power comes great responsibility.
The spaceman yearns to love,
He’s a pacifist at heart.
All worlds see him as the destroyer.
He does not understand why,
He wants and hopes,
The spaceman tries, he tries to be kind, to learn to love.
Love is such a foreign concept to him.
He can’t understand it.
His world upside down,
He’s lost and confused.
She was born in his darkness.
He found her in the endless abyss.
The cosmos offered him a great gift,
the feeling of love.
She showed him affection, care, and happiness.
She is his spacewoman.
The spaceman has learned to love.
She shows him love and teaches him how to love,
And for that he loves her back.
Good use of imagery and interesting devices used.
ReplyDeleteI like how your poem doesn't really have background as there isn't really a spaceman, I like how in those few lines you conveyed a whole story about someone who we don't have any context about yet felt what he was feeling.
ReplyDeleteDang Alex, nice poem. I really loved the message of the spacewomen helping out the spaceman. Also you had some great descriptions of space/what the spaceman was feeling.
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