A poem he wrote on his outstretched hands
The kindhearted, a few read and understand
Standing still, a tranquil smile he is wearing
Amidst busy sidewalks of Fates and Dreams passing
At dawn break he fades into oblivion, where he weeps
Through the gloom of the night a Prayer, a Faiths relief
Then at sunrise together with the waking ray
Another poem he wrote that signals a new day
No trace on thy steps, no tear in thine eyes
That marks where he came from and if ever he cries.
You will see him everywhere, this I know
For every time I get the chance,
I always wrote a poem on his outstretched hands.
I really like this poem. You had some very nice descriptive words in it and it flowed very well. The first stanza was my favorite. It sets the tone well and makes you want to read the rest of it. Great job on this. 5/5
Wow. This was absolutely beautifully written. I loved it! I thought it was really original that you thought of writing a poem on his outstretched hands. It just seemed to catch my eye. Keep it up. =) 5/5 xoxo
A bit confusing..But that is why I loved it. This is like a perfect poem... Simple yet complicated. I am not sure what else to say...Wonderful job.. Just wonderful.
I, however, did not like your rhyme scheme...