PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Hope and Pray


Days like Rose's are not red to the color blind I fear the long drive will end in tarnation and mess, But why can't we speak and why are. spoken words fake and plain history in vain like Nik Cannon on a love movie sure, I wish the morning breeze of the movie was vivid and steam becoming an internal environment for unassigned as pride is family and our knees are turning into a bidding seed of a child.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Plantard DaCull

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.