Boulevard of Broken Dreams

by Cuddles   Apr 4, 2007


It's quiet here along this road.
No fish splash in the nearby stream.
No owl calls out to its mate tonight;
no sound except the crunch of my broken dreams.

I try not to crumble them as I walk,
but there's no place to put my feet,
so I step gingerly as I tread
on hopes that once meant so much to me.

One day I was going to be a lawyer.
I would move to a rhythm and dance,
but these dreams and more lie along this street-
all except my dream of romance.

That dream is reality and quickly thriving,
and I pray it doesn't end up here
along this boulevard of broken dreams
where everything is drenched in my tears.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tracy D Rollings

    WOW that was an excellent poem, very sad and full of hopewell written ,and the wording was great , nice flowing write, wonderful job and a pleasure to read, your friend Tracy d ......5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Mihaela

    I like the title of this poem cause it's one of the songs of my favourite band,green day :X:X:X.You have done a great work so keep writing.Best regards,MIchelle XXxX 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Angie

    Oh sweet sweet cuddles.... this is so sad, you can feel the hurt within. But don't give up, there's a fork in that boulevard, so take that turn and follow it to your dreams....

  • 17 years ago

    by OHgreenman

    OMG!! This piece really moved me!! Very well done!! *stands and applauds*

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