There is a seed,
one that needs feed
There is a hole,
one that will house a growing soul
Shovel is near,
dirt beside ready to share
Clouds up high,
looking down from the sky
Tears ready to shower,
giving to the seed its natural power
Life will form,
to breed a swarm
Colors come to roll,
on a two sided bowl
As joy is born,
hell is torn
Leaving us with chance,
to set forth a new stance
first i feel the poem jerky but the content is good and well expressed. keepon spirit.
I love ur poem. I like how you made each stanza rhym but yet make sense. Many people lack that in poem writng. Nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
first off lets say that it was a great poem it made me feel like i havent in years cause everyone used to tell me that my poems sucked but this poem drove that out and made me feel normal again thank you