Lost Dreamers (Sonnet)

by LadyPearl   Feb 1, 2007


Where lie my dreams, so abandoned with ease?
Not in the sky--for how high I must reach.
Heaven must not be filled with endless pleas,
Nor with the fancies turning life to bleach.
I can see it swinging under the trees,
These dreams, so grand with the silence of speech.
So calming when kneeling down on its knees
Better, yes, than causing a well-known breach
The breach of breaking small butterfly wings
When held in the hands of innocent tykes
Forgetting the white wishes fit for kings
Forgetting soft whispers and those alike
Where oh where, do dreams reach nothing but air
And Destiny's gold face turns far from fair

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kristina

    This was good, not as good as your other poem though, but still well written. great job on it! dont stop writing! 5/5

    ~Kristina

  • 17 years ago

    by David

    This has so much flow. not great but awesome! made me read it again to savour the perfect poem

    5/5 David

  • 17 years ago

    by Never URs

    I love this poem! great flow! plz comment on mine :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Nice, I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real you’ll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

    Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotion’s. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.

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