How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

It’s A Long Way

It’s a long way to the top, a slow steady crawl,

Sometimes you stumble and try not to fall.

Your feet might fail you, your mind in a haze,

Confusion surrounds always walking a maze.

This way, that way, no solution, no door leading out,

Such anger, such anguish, frustration and doubt.

“Help me, please, release this aching heart,’

I’m tiny puzzle pieces twisting, torn apart.

But no, there is no backwards tumble for me,

My future I can make whatever it will be.

So onward I climb my faith will be my guide,

And my place on top I will not be denied.

It’s a long way to the top, but that’s where I want to be.

© Cynthia Clark

Great job Kyle

TRY IT!

Hey, you little, giggled the hilltop as the tiny toes tried to look at,

Maybe no, maybe yes, maybe never, soon brain had all maybes hitting each other,

Confusions compromising caliber, as dream decides,

Determine your dream, as you tie each invisible knot with hillcap,

Dedicate your mind, as it whispers you for a try,

Give it a try, a try that could only be done by you, and done for you!!

CHINNU MERIN MATHEW

Life isn't always slanted it's all in the way to climb

You've seen the peak of this mountain for a long time

The drive to scale your mountains doesn't mean to be an Athlete

You just have to believe in yourself and defeat

And, remember no matter how rough the touraine appears

When you let go you'll reach the top and lose your fears

Just believe and you can achieve and rise about self doubt

Walk up the right road and strategically plan out your route

Map out the climb and see the end results

And, embrace the feeling it exults

Empower yourself and change your weakness into gains

Grab the reins

And, climb!

Cheryl Ann Fletcher

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Tourainelooks

Exactly I love them

Thanks, great work as usual. these ae so much fun, a really good way to give people some inspiration and start the storytllling side of th brain whirling.

Great job Kyle

This mounting sigh here on the mountain side

so far to climb, much further to fall

can this distance be worth the crawl

is this all within my stride

one foot forward as i lift myself higher

my body wieght holding me down, i feel alone, i struggle

arms and legs on fire, weak i begin to stumble

on my knees, hands and feet bleeding, but i cant retire

i push my body harder, and the grip tightens

feel lighter, my limbs pushed to thier limits

i push further, faster as i reach the summit

one last obstacle, a crevase, a wide one

as i rush to leap, i plant my feet, i feel fear, dread

havent pushed hard enough my jump is way off course, im falling short

then a hand grips mine, from the other side, pulls me in for support

my friends, here to help with the journey ahead