Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
the-yearPoems
Torrents of rushing crowds, Blankets of noiseless sound Hidden under the lush, lush breeze, Riding the scent of fallen trees Swarming round all of panic Drowning out all of the pain Hoping for recognition, Knowing someone knows your name. Sinking in cracks of the famous Living in dust of the bold Shadowing lights of the lime Learning it’s never your time. Etching your name in the skyline Reaching but falling so short Walking when you should be crawling The ball never lands in your court. Trying to follow the river Straining to the see the bright star Always living up, up in the coulds But hidden under the cold cut shoulds
0
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
Peaked
Torrents of rushing crowds, Blankets of noiseless sound Hidden under the lush, lush breeze, Riding the scent of fallen trees Swarming round all of panic Drowning out all of the pain Hoping for recognition, Knowing someone knows your name. Sinking in cracks of the famous Living in dust of the bold Shadowing lights of the lime Learning it’s never your time. Etching your name in the skyline Reaching but falling so short Walking when you should be crawling The ball never lands in your court. Trying to follow the river Straining to the see the bright star Always living up, up in the coulds But hidden under the cold cut shoulds
the-year
Written by
the-year
American
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem