The Same Sun

Summary

The poem "The Same Sun" by America Zed explores themes of isolation, unrequited love, and societal judgment.

Abstract

The poem "The Same Sun" by America Zed is a reflection on the poet's feelings of isolation and unrequited love. The poem begins by expressing the idea that the poet's world is different from that of others, as they do not share the same experiences or perspectives. The poet describes feeling unsupported and unloved, and longs for someone to understand and accept them. The poem also touches on themes of societal judgment and the poet's desire for respect and acceptance.

Opinions

The poet feels isolated and unsupported, as they do not share the same experiences or perspectives as others.
The poet longs for someone to understand and accept them, and expresses frustration at the lack of empathy and support they receive.
The poem touches on themes of societal judgment and the poet's desire for respect and acceptance.
The poet expresses frustration with the lack of understanding and empathy they receive from others.
The poem suggests that the poet feels unloved and unsupported, and longs for someone to hold and love them.
The poem implies that the poet feels that their life has stopped, and that they are struggling to find meaning and purpose.
The poem suggests that the poet feels that they are not valued or respected by society.

Poetry of an unsupported life

That isn’t the same Sun that you rise for in the morning, Somehow your feet are moving on a floor you will dance on.

That isn’t the same hope, Your heart is beating for a future day and night Anticipating those you find to hold again and love.

You haven’t the same Sun So don’t speak of our same world All my days in burning shades of red A natural soul of unaccepted.

One orphan with no life support My feelings blocked in human walls Like every tear the world forgets Give me some water and respect.

My life on wishful road has stopped No stranger’s arms would help me up The selfish soul remains a dot Will your heart open wide enough.

Why don’t you try to understand Your shiny shoes walk over less.

Until you’re buried deeply with no one.

You haven’t the same Sun.

The Same Sun

Poetry of an unsupported life

Experience

Poetry of human judgment

Where The Stars Come Out

Poetry of kindred spirits

Scraps

Poetry of spiritual poverty