Separate names with a comma.
What does one say when all is crumbling before their eyes?
perhaps a few last words,
to pertrude through the tunnel of the afterlife...
If sorrow ever touches your lips,
Its because you let it,
There's worldly hells created by selves and masters of twisting fates,
what a profound little package of dynamite this poem was
This poem is based upon scientific method/theory. I use a mechanism to start the poem and describe it and then...
Rest then reach, rest than reach,
As are the toils of the mountain climber,
Neither action can be interrupted,
If I should find myself...
very good, only thing is I'd have liked the descriptive elements to have been longer, people get insucure and think after a page that...
there's a great hopeful feel in this, but I love it when poems start out gritty tellingall, then end up divine
msJ such a mixture of catchty lines and freedom flying
and some whimsy as well theres nothing this poem doesn't have
welcome jillianlove i hope you enjoy the new design and format to the site as well as the sharing between poets
thanks Gail, I'm enjoying the new JPIC and my .com is well-worth a browse
its always nice when someone adds to your poem, thanks msJ
As my youth is before me,
I know there are some who are counting their days,
but I count all the cycles before me
as an omage...