Upon the debouch of hope into the new world
many had risen
and
many had fallen

Falling from the rising viscissitudes of time
that mounts the roads with debris of lost hope

This time we mount the mountain of fame
upon the debris of lost hope

success shall set to settle the scores
of what pebbles of fame
has been stoning us with in flame


Vain!
they sing
but
Valour
they ignited

For,I saw the vestigial traces of foot prints
of the celebrated heroes upon the sands of time

I shall not fail
I shall not fall
because Iam born to do it!

Iam still the one with the gift of pen!
Let the world celebrate my birth

Nice one. . .
It really counts

really Nice Thiscounts.
awesome my guy, awesome, the vocab was killing.

Thanks alot adolf bad and C base, that poem is just to rekindle the spirit of writing back in me, and to you two and many more on this forum whose work I drew the inspiration of never to give up from,I say thank you.

Nice job, discount alwaz on d poetic mount

Big Joe,WELCOME BACK.Miss you

me too

Yea i'm glad to be back

i'm glad u stil ignitin d track

the track of spoken words of hope

spoken words more righteous dan d pope

i'm glad our hope stil got vestige

yea our own pen and paper village

for dis course we wud give our life

our pen more deadly we dont need knife

if our pen refuse to shoot

we'd use our pencil to hoot

coz we never say never

coz we are d spoken word believer

we give hope to the hopeless

and rope social vices and illness

sing our song aloud

chorus it to the crowd

I SHALL NOT FAIL
I SHALL NOT FALL OF D RAIL
I WAS BORN TO DO IT
AND IMA DO IT AND DO IT, COZ I GOT NO LIMIT