A Poets Dream

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A Poets Dream

“A POETS DREAM”

 

A Poet writes because of the passion that is built up in the heart. A poet’s words are such beautiful art. A poet shares a message, from way deep within, a poet loves to write, and never put down his pen.

 

A poet is often neglected, just by the words that we say, but poets rarely receive the recognition, and that is still okay. Because, a poet sometimes does not write, just for fame, because a poet’s true feelings sometimes are from guilt and shame.

 

But a poet just wants to get a message across, although their message sometimes gets lost. Sometimes it’s like no one cares what a poet has to say, or though it seems, but Poetry is not only a passion, but a poets dream.

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SoulEncounters commented on A Poets Dream

10-17-2009

Poetry and I are truly, Indivisible...ejoyed this piece, and the way that you expressed the exact same sentiment:-) BlaQ I have one under my Stage name "BlaQ Reign" Titled: Her Name is....

Poeticstylz

10/18/2009

Thank You, I truly write from my soul..

Smurf1 commented on A Poets Dream

07-18-2009

Very true!!! I could'nt have said it better myself. (Brave Writter.) Sometimes I feel no pain, sometimes I feel numb to the World. Sometimes I feel other than who I’ am, sometimes in my dreams I can only see an eclipse, that sucks me in, lifts me up from the ground into the ski, and carries me over the sea, until I can feel the waves, and smell the salt at my feet, and I can see the moon, that illuminates a jet blue ski, glowing off the tides; it becomes a inky blackness of ocean, calm, cool, and soft sprays of water, puts my mind at ease. I feel no fear as the air violently holds me captive, suddenly I speed faster and faster, as if I were standing still; like a missile I take orbit, only to collide with the stars.... In an instant I’m free....! Free from poverty, free from slavery, free from the mental chains I allow society to put on me. I explode a thousand times; baptized in fire I’m free.... Now and forever I’ am reborn, reality holds no bounds on me..... my soul is eternal. Young Brave. 09

Poeticstylz

07/19/2009

I love that poem you sent. "Free from mental chains I allow society to put me in." I counldn't have said it better myself.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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