Hope

A Poem by Rashid

Scarred lands grow roses,

Harsh times grow hope.

And where it starts is the quiet melody of violin coming from somewhere underground,

As above us the rockets interlope.

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Meaningful brevity. Without hope we are doomed. Thank goodness for the vioin playing as the rockets rain in.

Chris

This is pretty nice. Simple yet effective imagery. But I must ask, why is the third line that long? What unique style of poetry is this?

Thank you for your kind words. I am... not actually sure. I didn't really think of that. Just wrote .. read more

I see. I didn't even realise this was a free verse. It was written in a unique manner.

50 Views
2 Reviews

Added on March 11, 2022
Last Updated on March 11, 2022

I took a big old break from this, but then all of a sudden, a few things came back to me. Let's see how far we go this time more..

Threat

Runaway