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Dream

The silver wisps of knowledge,
we will never understand,
the reasons for forgiveness,
from this vast and foreign land,
the murky depths of nothingness,
the untouched brilliance,
it makes our race look stupid,
tell me, how does this make sense.
I feel so insignificant,
the fog engulfing me,
I see that I am nothing
but i know that i am free.
My eyes open so slowly,
and I'm back in urban drear,
I close my eyes and dream once more,
and dare to shed a tear.

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I have a thing for nature poems now, omg i am going to spoil my rep.
Written November 15th, 2005

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  • DancingShadowCorpse
    July 20, 2007

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    This is a wonderful poem! I love every line for everything this poem has to offer. However, I am not clear on how this poem matches anything to the picture. I would add this to the finalists but without knowing how it is related to the picture, I am afraid that I can't.

    In your Author notes, explain to me how this poem is related to the picture.. and if it fits, your poem will be added to the finalists.

    Thank you for entering.


  • wishintreeUK
    November 21, 2005
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    Your poem flows with a wonderful lilt, almost as if it is being sung. Nature is truly awesome and you have touched on this in your poem, man will never fully understand the working of something so beautiful when they fail to allow themselves to understand or work toward the saving of this planet we are living on.

    Well Done and best wishes for the contest.

    ~Katie~


  • Red Rocket
    November 17, 2005
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    The Power of the Heart

    If I could lock nature in my heart and dwell within in it all through the day, I would never leave. This poem was so delicate and precious, like a flower fresh in the sunlight. The hovering Soul of Christ is a mystery and you are so incredibly right when you said, "we will never understand".

    Shed your tears and let each drop like beautiful offerings for the One who loves the inner baptism made manifest.

    Be Blessed In That Day


  • Dreamweaver silver member
    November 16, 2005
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    I enjoyed this write very much. You have captured the scene wonderfully well.
    Thank you for sharing.
    Take care and good luck with the contest.

    Sammy

  • Bam4u
    November 15, 2005
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    excellent as awlays

    hey this is kool i dont see how its a nature poem but ill trust you.
    love bam


  • wishintreeUK
    November 15, 2005
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    Thank you isisspirit for your entry. Katie
    Edited on Nov 15, 4:28 because ''.

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