Best Stanzaic Poems
The Weight of HeightsThey called him a child of the sky,
a storm-born spark, a rising sun
His steps were light, his hands were quick,
he climbed before he learned to run
The world below had sung his name,
its voices laced with awe and might
You’ll reach the peak they whispered low,
where all...
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Categories:
stanzaic, angst, fear, identity, loneliness,
Form:
Quatrain