If the world was
a river,
Then people would
be the
River Rocks
Some of us are
Small
And some of us are
Large
Some of us have been
Eroded
by the current of the
River
And by the ways of
This world
Some of us are
young and loose,
Trying to find our
place in this
River of a world
Some of us stay in
Clusters,
not bothering with
the Lone Ones
But,
Some of us are the
Lone Ones,
ashamed of our
Abnormality
and trying
but not
Succeeding
in following the flow
of the
River
W-O-W
W-O-W! What was your inspiration to write this? It is amazing! Thanks for sharing it on the blog. I am going to write a poem like yours in another comment. You inspired me to write more!
If the world was a flower,
the people would be the seeds,
they would be big and small.
Some would have been carried away, some would be eaten by birds and others would be on a journey.
Some have just been planted, having no idea what’s to come next.
Some are in a garden and some are alone in their own field
Some will wilt, Some will try, Some will grow
Some will become flowers and start the cycle again.
@James This is still my favorite poem still. I hope you are still writing!