Fly with me to foreign lands where spirits teach
And legends stand to show us treasures in our souls
That none can fathom but you and I.
Oblivion’s waiting to lead us there.
A place of magic where the seas serenade
Of things less tragic than the world has deemed,
But only we will see it with pure vision.
Oblivion’s waiting to lead us there.
Take my hand and we’ll wander upon
The road to disband and soar through the skies
That are meant for only you and me.
Oblivion’s waiting to lead us there.
A contest entry
- Peter Pan by rya-star.
300 points, ended March 2, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Incredible!
I really enjoyed the meaning in your poem, and all the different ways that Oblivion could be intepreted. You had extremely good adjetives, and I loved your poem alltogether. Fantastic work.
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I've been to Oblivion many times and many ways.... [Not ALL good either...
] But I do prefer the version you speak of... Now if we could just get Eternity along for that ride...!!!
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Excellent!!
This one has really great flow!
Love all the imagery and emotion!!
Great write!
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I like this one! Keep writing.
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The rhythm is very nice, and the imagery is dreamy- almost like a lullaby.
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I liked this.
While I was reading it, it reminded me of the song "Anywhere" by Evanescence.
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I like Yours Too
I like this poem. It makes me think of myself in the sense that i used to self-medicate to Oblivion! Good Expression!
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This was very good and I am happy to see you write stories also
keep penning dear poet
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very nice!
Amazing idea and very well written!
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Cool
Excellent poem!
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I like this, it has a wonderful dream-like quality! Good luck in the contest.
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Yes..and what exactly does "Oblivion" mean?
Not my faveorite, but well written.
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