The Greatest Ride of my Life

The Greatest Ride of my Life

A Poem by Phillitup

Up down
Turn Around
Here we go

Moving here
the best thing on the track
Meeting him
There's no turning back

The futures in my hands
Let's get on board
The sun and the sand
Memories we hoard

And at the end of the day
If things could go my way
This day would be
Just to me
The greatest ride of my life

Woke up
On the right side
Of the bed

Jamming tunes
Hopped right in
Lets not wait
Let the memories begin

Board walk
Beach surf
Roller coasters
dessert

Jump on a board
Hit the waves
This is a day to celebrate

If I could tell my own story
This would not be a day
This would be
Just to me
The greatest ride of my life
the greatest ride of my life
the greatest ride of my life

© 2012 Phillitup


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Phillitup
I know it's not good...please review so I can make it better!

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It's very good! Don't doubt yourself! :) I totally get what you're saying, and I believe this is amazing! This could describe the rid of my life, too! :D

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phillitup

11 Years Ago

:)
It might help if u explain why it is the greatest ride of your life and what ur riding a little more or a little bit..hard for people to understand what your talking about if u don't define what it is well...other than that I think u did good...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phillitup

11 Years Ago

I'll think about that. Thanks!
Jocie

11 Years Ago

:) welcome, any time

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Added on November 24, 2012
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Phillitup
Phillitup

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I am 14-years-old. I find inspiration all over the place: memories, ideas, things I notice. I like believing in things that others find impossible. I think that's the way I hope for a better future. .. more..

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