 Dropping – a poem Dropping I’ve said the word I’ve pulled the trigger Passed the point of no return The huge mounds of snow stare at me Cold, steel rails wait for me Drawing in, enticing, luring Ready to launch me into the air Dropping The word is out I am committed No turning back. The choice is Adrenaline or comfort Excitement or ease Progression or plateau Send it or stay You go too slow, you miss the landing It’s all or nothing Dropping Fear exists in the mind I am not a slave Hesitation kills My love is an addiction I am at peace, confident Pictures in my head Perfect landings, hi fives, good vibes Ready to take on the world Dropping Palms sweating inside my gloves Every cell fights against the brain Why do I do it? I have one life to live Is this what I’m supposed to do? It’s only snow and gravity The choice is one hundred percent up to me I open my mouth, I say the word: Dropping 
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5/8/2020 06:11:39 pm
There was this called "diamanté poetry" that were thought to me when I was in grade school. The words are limited, so you need to express yourself in a counted thoughts Of course, it is quite challenging because of several thoughts that you need to come up to, not to mention that it is limited. By the way, this pom that you wetter was a good one. It was something that I appreciate and I am looking forward to write this kind of poem too. Leave a Reply. |
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