Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
No words left--except for how, when I wrote this poem, you will be expecting something from me. We can be selfless, you know. We've given all our thoughts and wisdom to you for free (and our folly). Sure, you may have to buy a book, but that's only because we are not like our poems and require food. You will watch these lines like your favorite football team and hope they make it to the playoffs-- each period is the game that destroys or feeds your hope. It can never be too full, but it is not a flower rooted in the self.
0
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
Hungry
No words left--except for how, when I wrote this poem, you will be expecting something from me. We can be selfless, you know. We've given all our thoughts and wisdom to you for free (and our folly). Sure, you may have to buy a book, but that's only because we are not like our poems and require food. You will watch these lines like your favorite football team and hope they make it to the playoffs-- each period is the game that destroys or feeds your hope. It can never be too full, but it is not a flower rooted in the self.
rachel-thompson
Written by
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem