Tick, tock it is the clock
As the t.v. declares another tragedy,
Again today
I glare at the vase
That my mother gave me
And get lost in it shimmery gliem
As my imagination wonders
I shutter and can't believe
As my cranium
Starts to think
Seeing the dragons
Fly about,
With faeries and gnomes
Playing guitar
And pixies throwing sticks
At jaggery points
Off the cliffs
I awake to see
My dream,
is now truer then it seemed.
In a list
A contest entry
- Titles or Word Bank! by Sukrit Raman.
540 points, ended June 23, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautiful imagery...
With all of the bad stuff that I hear on the news, it's nice to read some very beautiful daydreams like this.
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I love your poem. its really nice. i like the rhythm and rhyme. my favorite part is the last sentence.You look like your a good poet.Keep up the good work and wright more good poems.i like the way u put the poem.i love it alot.i wish i could have the type of poems u have there just so great.Comment my poems to please!
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