Good day everyone! I want to share to the community a poem entitled "A finished person". This is the first time to be shared on the web. I written this poem way back in college. This poem talks about: what is a finished person? I write this poem because of an assignment in an Literature class in college. I hope you would like it.
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A Finished Person
Life's precious event of our existence,
the fullness of conception, and the essence
of sprout's time. In a certain day,
you'll find yourself in an endless days;
but when it ends, you breath no more.
You need to choose how to live:
live life the way you want to live,
or else live the way others live.
One thing is certain, and the other is not.
To be happy, live according the way you want.
Oh wondrous smile! A lovely art of the night,
underneath is a battlefield of thriving knight.
Who manage to survive is bless and grateful of life.
For life is a cycle, a time to begin and to end.
He who manage to survive stay longer than the end.
It is not story of Romeo and Juliet--
a story of love 'n tragedy. To love isn't to die.
For whoever seek love, receive it more than an eye.
He, who is loved, subdue the earth.
Oft sky's melody is chattered love,
'cause life's fullness is to love and be love.
Beloved! Offer not all your love to earth,
spare and share some to the sky.
We aren't body but also with soul. Hail the sky!
For we are the earth, the siblings of the sky.
Like bundles of wave, we live and die.
We need neither Abraham, nor Isaac, e'en Jacob.
For a finished person needs a God---a driver of its cab.
Tonight, the sound of silence airs.
For who hear the emptiness in here,
bless with peace are those who hear.
He received tranquility in mind,
and overcomes the dirty thoughts of mind.
Unfortunately, chasing success is unhappiness.
Do not chase success, just do your best.
Success is everything, a fulfillment of duty
or accomplish small chores that makes you happy.
Success is not measure by your position in society.
For who does not boast his achievement
is a person of success and fulfillment.
He appreciates others success and differences.
He is a human of completion and perfection--
a fulfilled, finished person.
He is respected by others not due for his recognition,
but for his humbleness and respectfulness to others.
He has a beauty of imperfections, like flower's petals
that fades and decays over time.
It decay but its fragrance remain forever.
In his grave, where his ashes lies,
stories of his greatness spread a thousand miles.
For a finished person, live and die
but makes history in her own right.
By @juecoree
P.S. if you like the poem please hit the upvote or resteem. Thank you very much!
great words, you have talent
Thanks @eronce
Nice Poem.. Upvoted this.
By @abchro
Thanks @abchro
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Your poem has a really strong title, it compelled me to read :) Keep at it, @juecoree