DREAMS

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    DREAMS

    Sometimes I dream of beautiful things
    The life I have ahead
    Or of how things might have been
    Had I followed my heart instead
    The future stands, tomorrow is gone
    What happened to today
    They say tomorrow never comes
    But they'll carry me away
    Maybe then I'll see today with eyes
    that shine so bright
    And if I hang on for one more day
    Maybe I'll win the fight
    Could it be when that day comes
    I will dream no more
    For I shall gain my hearts desires
    As I pass through the Lords open door

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    kkirkwood commented on DREAMS

    06-10-2010

    I like your rhythm. This is a very inspirational poem.

    SuSpence commented on DREAMS

    04-21-2010

    Wow, I really like this poem, very deserving of the win. I hear shades of John Lennon in this piece, I can almost hear the melody in my head as if it were a long lost song, only recently discovered and amplified through your mind to pen and paper. Great write. Congrats.

    cousinsoren commented on DREAMS

    04-18-2010

    "Dreams., Deams Dreams.All we got to do is dream," (Nat King Cole) Man sometimes seeks refuge from reality by dreaming or fantasizing. . It'a not a bad practice, as long as the dreamer does not indulge severe day-dreaming, or become an escapist. The dictioo and versification of this poem are faultless. My rating is a full 10.

    pirites commented on DREAMS

    11-02-2009

    Very Beautiful. I really enjoyed it. Thank you...

    kmooney commented on DREAMS

    08-14-2009

    A very beautiful poem. Well done. It's like a sonnet, something that Robert Louis Stevenson or Emily Dickinson would have written. I like this a lot. Thank you. K

    PhantomPoet

    08/14/2009

    wow, is flattered by the comparison to these great poets. Thank you!

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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