if you were still counting feet by the end of the poem then the poem wasn’t that good….wait it was a great poem…quit counting and suspend you disbelief and just get wrapped up in verse…you will enjoy life and poetry waaaaaay better.

i wrote this last year for a challenge
but why did you think that jesi’s(not you) poem only got four pencils i thought it was awesome. it wasnt gibberish it wasn’t Dr Seuss but it wasn’t giberish.

Great poem!

I love the way it captures all the fierce potential and mystery of the unborn. Awesome, as they say :-)

Potential and mystery of the unkknown, isn’t this also how you feel when you leave high school, then college, to see what you might become?

I have found a deeper meaning in my life thanks to this poem.

Mighty-Joe Young, one thing I notice in all your works is that you manage to drop epic lines like a sieve drops water (a fact that I admire and to which I aspire).
“Just one more crack,
And I’m off to my fate,
But for now I sit back
And dream while I wait.”
That’s but a single iota of this epic meeting of awesome. Well done.

(Reading this and listening to ambient music = HOLY CRAP MY FRICKING SOCKS GOT BLOWN OFF.)

you leave the best comments A r
thanks elsha and coccinella

“Am i an eagle
or a hawk
rapturing mice in the sunlight?”

I don’t know exactly why, but this is my favourite part. Dreams of grandeur, I guess. Not totally certain “rapturing” is actually a word, but, hey, it works in bringing the image to life.

Really well done. I enjoyed that one.

thx pheonix

Interesting idea for a poem! Love what you’ve done with this. Agree w/ textual eagle/hawk rapturing mice in the sunlight line is outstanding. Yummy!

i was looking at pics of plums on the internet, theres hundreds of ’em. lol

Is opal in the third line supposed to be oval?

no opal cause its white

It belongs in an illustrated children’s book.