The words eat up the page
In twirls of black ink,
Smothering the white
The more the writer thinks.
It's art, it's beauty,
And it's sharing a message.
The words for a tone,
And the tone an essence.
There's
Little
Pauses
And lines that are chaotic;
There's different rhythms,
Maybe rhymes and figurative speech;
Is it a poem, is it a story?
Or are they both in reach?
There's always genuine curiosity
When the page is explored,
And you can see it's journey
From when it was stained, crinkled, or torn.
The words eat up the page
In twirls of black ink,
And hopefully it will be remembered
Way longer than you think.
YOU ARE READING
8th Grade Poems, To and From
KöltészetAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
