12-09-2013, 03:36 PM
As I drive there's so many sights.
So many lefts, so many rights.
Up and down the hills we go.
All of them cloaked in snow.
With trees on both side,
the road hardly visible,
pastel skies,
no reason to be miserable.
I speak these words as I go.
I don't want to forget.
I want you to know.
Of the inspiring scenes
that come to my eyes.
What I think about, and realize;
Thinking of things
I've never thought,
My brain always rings
with this curse I've got.
My meter is off.
my tempo tampered.
The critics may scoff,
I'm not up to their standards.
My meaning is clear.
This we all know.
The voices I hear,
want it to show.
Back to the drawing board. I plan to edit this again. I decided to try again as following some bad advice lead my poem to sound boring, dry. I will how ever follow the good advice I have received. For now I bid you adieu.
So many lefts, so many rights.
Up and down the hills we go.
All of them cloaked in snow.
With trees on both side,
the road hardly visible,
pastel skies,
no reason to be miserable.
I speak these words as I go.
I don't want to forget.
I want you to know.
Of the inspiring scenes
that come to my eyes.
What I think about, and realize;
Thinking of things
I've never thought,
My brain always rings
with this curse I've got.
My meter is off.
my tempo tampered.
The critics may scoff,
I'm not up to their standards.
My meaning is clear.
This we all know.
The voices I hear,
want it to show.
Back to the drawing board. I plan to edit this again. I decided to try again as following some bad advice lead my poem to sound boring, dry. I will how ever follow the good advice I have received. For now I bid you adieu.