The Amatuer

Poem By Emily Hero

Flowing down the page
Running through the lines
Fleeing from the cage
Of syllables of five

Racing from the pen
Coming from the brain
Cannot find my zen
Oh no, I'm stuck again

The phrases don’t work
The letters don't form
Now I see a smirk
From a teacher less than warm

Suddenly it comes
What I had before
Then the teacher hums
The poem I adore

Comments about The Amatuer

Great poem written well with nice texture and imagery. I really liked and rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'Abortion' on page 4.


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