My Mind

My mind is the forest
forever beautiful from start
to finish.
My ideas are flowers trampled
by the stereotypical camper
My dreams are humungous trees
One hundred years strong
cut down by reality’s lumberjack.
My hopes are the strands of grass
that grow rapidly
After being badly burned by the dejected
Flame of words.

My mind is the forest
that never dies,
The forest
seemingly forever.
The forest.

This poem is good!
I give it 5 stars!
Nice job Row!
I like it.:2thumbs:

Wow, me likey

It sounds complex at first, but it can be simple when you get into it. Its really good. Nice peice.

that was realy good so good it was kind of inspiring your a great poet and that could be
a good future job in the art world :)

Got a nice poem here Shippo...>>
Well its nice a poem..>>>
Nice expression bout the forest and things around it...>>
and also what you feel like the Trees or Plants...>>
Keep going on a being good poet..>>>

love the poem. I can appreciate it cause I am a poet as well. but it's really good.

I am trying to decipher your sig.. o.O

I loved all the metaphors in here. I just wish there was a bit more creative exlaination to some of the metaphors that were made. Like why and how it all relates.

i like that its good........................................^^