An Archers Whim
Quickly I flew across the river the grab the arrow shot from my quiver I wished my hide were like this stone wich stopped the arrow quickly thrown for tears do little to help with aim and I aks quite…
whim 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 whim 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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