What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?
Perhaps it is impossible to group
that answer no,
From the deep within the flow of time
We loved so many,
But hated much.
we hurt others and we hurt ourselves.
Yet even then we ran like
Whilst our laughter echoed
Under cerulean skies.
I just want to ask, but what kind of poem is this?
It's too short to be a sonnet, so is this a free verse?
poems dont have to be classified....but if thats the case it free verse....
but well written....i would say get up the good work but everyone else already said that so....i look forward to reading more of ur poetry..