One of my few attempts at poetry. The form is Terza Rima, which I first used in an assignment in school, and it stuck. I really don't care much about meter & footage, but I like the rhyme scheme. So, give me some criticism, but know I did this in all of about 20 minutes near 11:00 PM.

 

 

 

The journey of few,

 

The journey known well,

 

My journey, with you,

 

 

 

We cannot dwell,

 

We cannot leave,

 

Hear not our farewell,

 

 

 

But we must beleive,

 

But we must stand tall,

 

Take what we receive,

 

 

 

For we will not fall,

 

For we will hold on,

 

Just you, I, at their call

 

 

 

Until the golden dawn

 

When we will both be gone.

I love the style of the poem, but where is the journey to?

I like it, its different from the poetry I read.