Learn More

William Blake Beckett

Rookie - 0 Points (May 15,1995 / Denver, Colorado, United States of America)

I Ask Not for Sun


Climb
The rocks slip under my feet.
I re-adjust my pack; now
Up
towards the blue, open sky
belonging to birds of prey.
When
will I reach the craggy peak?
Not before the storm starts to
Rain
and it will it break my will? No
as encumbering liquid
Pours
from the heavens, breaking all
but my spirit; Now looking
Down
on the valley, all shall know
I can face the flood alone

Submitted: Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Edited: Friday, December 14, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (I Ask Not for Sun by William Blake Beckett )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  2. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  3. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  4. I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  5. A Child's Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas
  6. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  7. Believe In Yourself, Ronell Warren Alman
  8. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  9. Merry Christmas My Love, Michael P. McParland
  10. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]