The Hunted
A sharp noise in the air No people to stare The cold air bites my skin I wish I could be free It’s a never-ending hunt and I am the hunted Running and hiding never works Too afraid to relent Never…
looming is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees looming in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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