Umm, well my first poem on this site.

wolfheart7 · My First Post! Joined: 30 Dec 2008 Posts: 1

This poem is loosely based on one of my best poems that I, uh, forgot;

Live

The world may drag you down
Still stand and fight
For life has many meanings
Found in the strangest places.
A late flower sprouting in the gutter of a frosted road
It still fights against the white and cold.
A baby's cry announcing its will to live.
I ask you to go out and search.
For it may be easier on the straight paved road,
but on the winding backroads is where life truly is.
Live!!!
MY brothers and sisters in this life so chaotic,
Let us live!!!!!

Firiel · Has No Life Joined: 13 Feb 2012 Posts: 620

"A late flower sprouting in the gutter of a frosted road
It still fights against the white and cold."

I like that bit. It puts a picture in my head... crunchy, spiky white frost-patterns clinging to green leaves, petals yellow like sunshine beginning to wither, then defiantly spreading and healing again, turning toward the sky.

Jadis · Still very bored Joined: 08 Dec 2014 Posts: 337

I wonder what wandering back road you are living on now.