What if you really could wish
upon a star?
I would wish in an instant.
And if it didn't come true,
I would every day,
night,
and any time in between.
I would wish for people to
see me,
for what I really am.
All those shallow people,
only judge books by a cover.
Why?
For years
a secret caste
has been in place.
The skinny,
the rich,
the dazzling,
they always are on top.
But what about the rest?
Why are we teased because we are
smart?
Different?
Why is being different bad?
A cloud in the sky.
Sure, the sun is nice,
but gets too hot.
Everybody enjoys a shade-providing cloud.
And yet,
nobody does.
How does that work?
A contest entry
- Dreams for Sale by Old Poetry.
700 points, ended March 26, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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Although the meaning is clear I feel the language is a little jerky and disorganised for my tastes. Also one coud argue the difference between wishes and dreams and this is a competition about dreams.
Thanks for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Jim
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Thats the point
This poem is purposely jerky and disorganized...I felt it helped the context. Thanks for the tip about wishes and dreams, though.
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I agree with what you are saying. Sometime in this material world we live in and most of in NOT from our own choosing there seems to be a particular category in which to fit. In some cases this has brought, ill-health, debt, broken relationship, homeless children and even death. Your wish is a good one and I have to applaud your idea. Thanks for your entry. ~Von~
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I wish the same. sometimes wish people could see beyond the cliches and stereotypes and get to know people before they judge them, its just not right otherwise
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Thanks
The school I go to is almost completely stereotypically clique-y. When one original person comes along, which would normally be applauded, is disgraced.
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