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

problems


I don't understand what they are

they're coming at me

like a tornado ripping my ideas.

All these problems feel like an explosion

taking over my mind.

I try to fight them but they won't get out!

 

Then i see a light, a source of clarity.

I realize that it was someone trying to help me.

Now i know that i'm not alone in facing

the problems that mess with our everyday lives.

 

Now is when i feel most at bay,

by not smoking hay.I feel hard like clay,

but I won't be astray,

trying to find a place

where i can tie this lace.

 

Now i know i'm not alone,

with this growing bone.

I do know now that problems

are just something that are

put in our way so we can see

that we are stronger,

even when we don't feel it.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Submitted to a slam

“You Only Write Once Scholarship Slam - CLOSED”

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

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

Comments (1)

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

Log in to leave a comment.