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

Travel


Wow...

All that color? in all of that black?

That black that goes on forever.

A place called space for its vast amount of just that, space.

A place that holds, no, cradels our little ball of color.

Thats where i am, but that is also where I need to explore.

Out of all that space, that vast endless amount...   

I ended up on this ball of color that I barely know anything about.

I plan to find out more about our little ball of color, by the simple term of travel.

 
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

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 (0)

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

Log in to leave a comment.