Thoses that write know what it's about
A place where you're free to let it all out
I know people that still wish they could
Others knowing of someone who should
I'm thankful to the ones that express their soul
I wish to encourage others to pass their goals
My objective is to find anyone hiding scrolls
As sharing let's go of anger to leave only love
There's a buzzing of feeling reeling inside
A sense of senselessness I was taught to hide
In my dreams like a river the essence will flow
In my faraway lines there is hope that can grow
I hide in a forest etching words on the trees
Casting stones in rivers; rustling leaves
The forest says you're welcome
It tells me it's okay
But then I wake up
And it seems so faraway
It is no time to feel forlorn
Because amidst transient dreams hope is born.
- Authors: Poetic Dan, sylviasearcher
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: August 12th, 2018 09:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: As an encouragement for another poet, I've made my first one. Not sure if I did the options right but I hope it works. My thoughts are all over the place what I'm trying to say but the main thing is to encourage more people to join and show my appreciation.
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Comments1
Thanks for the encouragement!
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