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

I know I got It


I know I got what it takes to make it, I can feel it inside. When it comes it leaves me in a stasis a communicative tool showing me, telling me, reminding me ta never give up I know I got what it takes. It may be in in a beginners stage it may be small right now awaiting full growth but it is there and it is more than a mind soe, it is a reality for me, surprising me, anylyzing me, and looking for ways ta encourage me. I am sad the most when it is stunted, slowed down, and when expression of it is forced ta cease, even if for a momment somewhat, I mean it is different I do not know it's equal and neither do I care ta know, my only concern is our aquantence and the blessed merg until the point of uno and destiny. I would be remiss if I did not tell of the thief and theieves that appear from odd comings and goings set to make a mockery of it, and perhaps steal it away because as I said it is something special, and I am forced to protect it and guard it in a fight that is real that proves ta me that it exists inside... sigh...
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Sherman Dean

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.