Question

Eye Level poem
The world looms large, a towering stage,
Where giants stride and stories rage.
I stand below, a different view,
Of ankles, knees, and skies of blue.
They talk of clouds, of mountain peaks,
While I observe the sidewalk’s streaks,
The tiny ants in busy lines,
The hidden beauty that often shines.
A concert crowd, a sea of heads,
Requires a leap, a tiptoe tread.
But I can slip through, swift and free,
A secret passage, just for me.
Some pity me, their voices low,
“It must be hard, to be so…”
But I have learned a different art,
To see the world with a knowing heart.
For height’s not all, it’s just a frame,
And strength resides beyond the name.
I stand my ground, though small I seem,
And build my world from a different dream.
So let them tower, let them soar,
I’ll find my joy and ask for more.
For in this space, where I reside,
A universe of wonder hides.

Answer 1

can y"all say a prayer for my brother marienne he got short a few hours ago

Answer 2

I'm sorry for your brother I fell your pain my brother died from getting shot again sorry for your loss

Answer 3

I like the lines "While I observe the sidewalks streaks, The tiny ants in busy lines" makes me think of you watching not only time go by but the little things that seem to slip someones eye.

Answer 4

“I stand below, a different view” rlly speaks to me, ive felt like I see da world a bit differently too. while others "talk of clouds," I notice da "sidewalk’s streaks" n find beauty in da small things. dis poem highlights da beauty of seeing da world from a different angle. I love how it turns what some see as a weakness into a strength, like being calm, noticing stuff others miss, and enjoying the small things.

Answer 5

This is a great poem, i like the lines ¨The hidden beauty that often shines¨. I think this line means alot. I think this poem feels like it would resonate with anyone who’s ever felt small in a world that values bigness, whether physically, socially, or emotionally.