Poem Body
A subtly
silent seed
blatantly
begins to bleed
out it’s
neurotic
numbing need .
To passionately
plunge through
the persistent
pounding palms
of pressure
and proceed
to succeed .
Gradually growing
into the grimy
grasps of greed.
Comments
Great meter
nicely done!
Thank you
My inspiration
https://youtu.be/0_pKRMptrFI
Goor rhythm
I really like the rhythm of this. I imagine myself as the seed and that the preassures are lessons.