HOPE

A Poem by The Blaq Star

An account of my time under a tree.

I sit under the wavy shade of a tree bearing fruits of the sea,

Every single torrent of wind carrying a salty sensation as it leaves,

paving way for other torrents of wind to establish a more salty sensation.

I look around for inspiration only to see,

Hope flowing with the torrent of the winds dangling with ease,

I reach out calling on hope, utilizing every ounce of air my vocal chords needs.

Hope looks my direction, what might be my inspiration it thought,

Thinking out loud, I grasped every word Hope perceived of me,

Boldly letting Hope know how much I needed it.

Hope Hope Hope shall I not be bought,

But only attained by sheer determination to foster every cause,

As I pass by knocking at every door,

Hold me by the reigns to keep you from a fall.

© 2018 The Blaq Star

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ohmygiggles

Excellent poem! I read it three times because I loved the way that it flowed, and the way that it sounded! You're off to a fantastic start!

There's really nothing for me to point out for improvement as this is a very solid piece. Really the only tiny nit-pick that I would have is to put a comma between the hopes in "Hope Hope Hope shall I not be bought". But I can see if that's just a stylistic choice.

Your poetry is beautiful. Keep writing and posting! You're going to be great :)