Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Oct 02, 2007
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
Tightrope
Tight as a piano string
Thin as a razor
Upon this rope I swing
Stretched out to the horizon and beyond
Balance is something I pass through
Trembling as I trepidisly skulk along
No one ever said it would be easy
Teetering from one extreme to another
Sweaty foot palms slick it greasy
— Frost Smith, Oct 02, 2007
Share this poem
Critiques
IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
Yes It is not a sunday stroll
JulieMcCarty
18 years 8 months ago
This is really
follettvogue
18 years 8 months ago
poem
Candlewitch
18 years 2 months ago
Hello,
Frost Smith
18 years 2 months ago
Candlewitch...
Candlewitch
18 years 2 months ago
Thank you,