Mountains Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

Mountains

Rating: 5.0


The mountains are always high.
Laughing, I am so small to them.
They look down on me with disgust.
Rolling their eyes as I build my way up.
So slow I build.
I look at them eye at eye.
Giving me a smirk as they knock down my building.
I am at the bottom, again.
I slowly start to build.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: doubt,parents
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Holly Gardner 08 April 2017

I love this poem! A lot of us can probably sympathize! :)

0 0 Reply

A nice imagery.Enjoyed it.

0 0 Reply
Barry Middleton 06 April 2016

Sad but time changes things.

0 0 Reply
Barry Middleton 06 April 2016

Sad..................................................

1 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success