We Bloom

Bark fraying, branches snatched,
fitting to your whims and views,
yet with life anew 
befitted onto that we lost
we bloom. 

Painted grey was the ground,
hardened to suit where you'd play, 
silent wails echoed through
slashing the lie in two,
green blades standing tall, 
we bloom.

Towers conquered over us, 
walls crafted from our dismay.
Creeping up, slowly 
reclaiming our earth;
we bloom, we bloom.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poem. I like the strength of the strong statements leading to the strong ending.
"Towers conquered over us,
walls crafted from our dismay.
Creeping up, slowly
reclaiming our earth;
we bloom, we bloom."
The above lines could stand alone. To bloom is to breathe new life into dead things. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[William Gardner]

This is a strong poem for two reasons. One you don't waste words, which is a rarity. Two you're not held in. I want to read more

[Ashley Lytle]

The flow of the words in this poem is amazing. It fits together so perfectly. The use of the word bloom is spectacular. It creates a sense of hope. In my mind I am envisioning something rebuilding, something being reborn after mistakes have been made. I really enjoyed getting to read this.

[jimmy45]

Keep up the good work
I look forward to reading more