Can you please read my poem?
Upon the Hour
By: Adam M. Snow
My wake draws nearer upon the hour;
Call upon, thy upper power.
I wait the time for truth be told,
When the world itself grows cold.
I lie here asleep to tell,
Of this life in worldly hell.
Beware my love of time be told,
Of thy child growing old;
And when your life becomes a knurled,
I will be a whore for the cold world.
*Note: Whore - To compromise one's principles for personal gain* not the other whore you're thinking of.
- 9 years agoFavorite Answer
Really nice. Short and simple. Lol @ the whore definition. :P I actually didnt know it had a serious meaning.
- Anonymous9 years ago
Great, amazing, fantastic, stupendous! Awesome poem, I wish I could write like that!
- sunnterraLv 49 years ago
i loved it, great job. keep it up and thanks for sharing it with me tonight
- VintageLv 59 years ago