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liquid dream

Dreams, reality and fantasy
  Unable to differentiate the world
from the core of existance

Salt watered eyes soak
Falling into poetic blindness
My heart plays a tune I cannot verbalize
the mouth runs dry at the thought of singing

  Heaven's golden gate remains closed
angels flutter about
  laying in a field of lillies
I watch them fly above me
  sprinkling the golden dust
the dust misses us.

  Silver carpets are thrown about
by the angels
  those chosen walk the carpets into their worlds.

  My world remains poetic
not knowing what reality is
  pulling at the core trying to move on
staring at the silver carpets
  and golden dust

Trying to walk on them
  and feel the dust
but as I do an invisible wall
  knocks me out.

  I go back to the lillies
and ink stained clothes
  curl up in my poetic blindness
craving
  but I cannot seem to get past
that wall I cannot see
  because I don't know what truth is
and reality lost me somewhere
... on the other side of the wall

where you are.


 
 

Author notes

"it's better to have loved and lost the to never have loved at all"


(contest)
lillies is spring


5. Just when you thought you had it all,
it all falls apart.
~Jess

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  • Abe 1
    September 21, 2008

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    so liked did poem
    says loads
    thanx 4 yr entry and gd luck
    abe


  • Venus25
    September 15, 2008

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    Beautifully sad!

    A very meaningful poem.. it left me touched!

    Best of luck to you my dear


  • Manoj Sanyal
    September 14, 2008

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    Feelings and invisible wall... well penned.
    Best wishes and good luck,

  • goalsv
    September 12, 2008

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    An excellent sentiment, and a great metephoric look at it. Not always is losing a love sad per say. But it is better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all.


  • Reptile Lady gold member
    September 12, 2008

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    I am somewhere between the two..
    a beautifully crafted poem
    Many I feel reading this poem can relate to the blindness of words that fail to appear.
    Artists of lyrics and the lead voice dries up.
    Best wishes on this fine poem
    Julie


  • Riamh
    September 12, 2008

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    A beautifully penned, poignant poem....so lonesome. It touched me.

    Slayer


  • darell
    September 12, 2008

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    Sad..

    This is a good poem that sadly describes
    the agony of loving without being loved
    back the same way. We take such a chance
    when we dive into affairs of the heart
    without first taking time out to know a
    person. Our animal instincts deludes us
    all the time. We need to strike the proper
    balance when choosing a mate.
    More brain and less emotions.


  • Clovis...Curious silver member
    September 12, 2008
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    Excellent

    A very fine poignant write. You've expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us.


  • AkashaRain47
    September 12, 2008

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    I'll tell you this- i have not written or red poetry in a very long time and it is nice to come back to this site and read such a beautiful poem. i like the words you used to describe everything. At one point in my life i could relate to this poem and it's always nice to be able to relate to something you are reading. However, i'm not exactly sure that the title has much to do with the poem itself. Is there something i am missing?? other than that, i love the poem and good luck in the contest!!!

  • Johnny Horrorshow
    September 12, 2008

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    Beautiful imagery and flow. At times it felt a little bare, little tiny bumps in your flow, but overall, not too bad.


  • JinSays gold member
    September 12, 2008

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    My world remains poetic
    not knowing what reality is
    pulling at the core trying to move on
    staring at the silver carpets
    and golden dust

    wonderful!
    This is wonderful, I loved everything about it. The meaning is clear, and yes, we get it.
    The imagery is spectacular, and carried the piece all the way through.
    Best wishes in your contests,
    jin


  • Paloszoo gold member
    September 12, 2008

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    My world remains poetic
    not knowing what reality is

    I love those lines! This is a really fantastic write, which I really enjoyed reading! Thanks so much for sharing it, and good luck in all the contests!

  • hose30
    September 12, 2008

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    wow great write, you mentality deep and profound. Your write are great as always. You are thinking deeper and deeper. I loved. You will have to give me some tips. Sometime we have a wall in front us.and we are in intense darkness. we have to feel alond side the until we find the door and then all things will be open to us. great write and deep.


  • rotoshave
    September 12, 2008
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    very surreal, reminds me of all the times i have dificulty knowing where I am! Good write!

  • Clovis...Curious silver member
    September 12, 2008

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    Excellent

    A very fine write, indeed. You expressed yourself quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Again well done.

  • DarkRomantic113
    September 12, 2008

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    Such beautiful writing here. Very graceful and delicate. It seems you really know how to handle such "liquid dreams". Every stanza is filled with unique thoughts.

    Wasn't Liquid Dreams a song by Ohtown?


    • z etoile
      September 12, 2008
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      Who is OHtown? Is it? see if you can find the song for me


  • poetryality silver member
    September 12, 2008

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    "Dreams, reality and fantasy"

    They meld, and when that happens all becomes clear.

    I have been in this place. I think it's because so much happens in my head at once. As we become more seasoned from life, we tend to either aquire some understanding or ask; what difference is there?

    More will be revealed. When it happens, know it. We dream dreams, have visions, and imagine... It's simply the middle between life and death.

    Exceptional work! A mind-bender, thought-inducing work of poetry.



    Much Love ♥

    Reneé


  • Swangrnv gold member
    September 12, 2008

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    A very surreal write..

    It is well expressed as far as i'm concerned and also one of your very best writes. good job poetess!

  • mcheadle
    September 12, 2008
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    A lot to think about, and think hard about

    take things slower nothing good is rushed, Savor life
    and all that is around one...mac

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