Gymnastics (Short) - Visual Poem

[Angel]

Pound. Pound. Pound.
My feet leave the floor.
Ceiling.
Faces.
Floor.

Pound. Pound. Pound.
Flying towards the ceiling.
Spinning.
Falling.
Ceiling.

Pound. Pound. Pound.
My hands are in the air.
Pride.
Cheering.
Air.

This is a short poem about the feeling of being out on the floor during gymnastics, competing. You might not understand it if you're not a gymnast, but I guess to some, that's the beauty of it.

Angel

[live support]

nice. i don't do gymnastics, but i understand flying through the air.

[The Zaven]

Not really in to visual poems myself. Yet you did it correctly, but with no vocabulary.

6/10

[619hit]

not the best i;ve heard so far 6/10

[Jarodx4]

I like it,

also,great use when you said pound pound pound at every paragraph,
it shows you have a poet inside yourself
7/10