begin with my feelings
and build an empire
create a city
always trying to fly higher
but I’m only an ink spill
covering tattered pages
torn from desperation
while trying to dream up new places
I’m the concrete sidewalk
that you always take for granted
I’m forgotten flower
that no one realized was planted
unremembered and wilted
I’m walked on and inconsequential
with blacked fingertips
my words don’t seem monumental
I’m unnatural yet entirely green
a special kind of race
that only appears when you bother to look
and give the world a little grace
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Author:
Spitfire (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 20th, 2018 23:45
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Beautiful! A well-written poem with refreshing language and images.
Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Thank YOU for reading Tamara. Always love seeing people’s opinons.
I like your photo/image. Do you knit? 🙂
I used to but then I ran out of time, it’s a great way to relax. Wish I still did knit. 🙂
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