Some walk
with a purpose
their eyes gleam
with ideas and hopes and dreams
Some walk
to forget
their heads drawn down
I suppose that's why
it's called
crestfallen
Some walk to remember
their eyes intent
their tongues draw flames
from their towers
to ease their mind
of its loss
Some walk to heal
ease the pain
from their
hearts
forgetting the wound
to heal it
And so we will watch
perhaps we may
walk
and watch the walkers
walk
as we walk with watching eyes
as they walk.
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Finals are a pain.
I've been trying new styles of writing and different ideas. I also joined the poetry club but I can't recite my poems. How do you like them? They are a little less straightforward, but it's kind of fun that way.
Alsooo SO sorry for the long wait I know I'm so so sorry.
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Idle Poetry
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