PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Found in the most fleeting of lights, captured in the darkest of nights.

A stolen seed of greatness, planted in the mind forever more, water it well and it shall grow.

Discovered whilst bathing, sleeping or raving, a common rarity, yet a widespread depravity.

A look into the future, an idea for all time, may the trees of your thoughts bear fruit.

A blessing divine, this inspiration of mine, born from the mind and grown over time.

A never before seen greatness, a resignation to glory, will you strike gold? Or waste away and grow old?

Brick by brick you build your dream, the doubters and skeptics tumble onto the scene.

But when building up you must never look down, your newfound purpose warms you like a gown.

Through ice rain, perhaps even pain, you began your quest now play the game.

A writer? A fighter? A war inciter? A chaos igniter? Climb on up, higher and higher.

Planning and deception, sending and reception, your well watered seed grows into a tree that swallows the world.

Believers, preachers, even the teachers, your flock of sheep are yours to keep.

On your empire of wealth the sun may never set, for in that darkest hour, your greatness became set.

Control the nations, the organizations, the abbreviations, a single inspiration grips the world by its throat.

The earth is at your fingertips, your tree spreads its seeds, and your competition grows as it needs.

Your talent becomes common, your skillset old and rotten, all your achievements left forgotten.

Aging and weakening, your tree loses its leaves, fruits, and seeds; winter is here.

In the shadow of a fresh spring forest, your tree tumbles over, a once mighty oak...

But now...

It's over.