Dreams are the gently, swirling mist
or the dripping crimson of a razor slashed wrist.
Dreams are like laughter, swaying chimes in the wind
or the tormented soul of one who has sinned.
Dreams are the sprinkle of warm rain on the grassor the slicing shards of shattering glass.
Dreams are the blue of a new baby's eyes
or the anger and hatred behind twisted lies.
Dreams are the gold of a sun shining bright
or the scream of a child piercing the night.
Dreams are reflections on a ripple free lake
and dreams are the nightmares that keep me awake.
NOTE: I wrote this when I was 19 yrs old, I am not fond of it anymore, but it is one that many have liked in the past. It continues to haunt me. I am no longer a big fan of rhyming poetry, and I feel that this needs work. I love the idea behind it, the comparisons, and contrasts and I love some lines, but it is missing something...
I like this poem too...You have amazing talent...keep up the good work...5/5...
12 years ago
by Tara Kay
Awesome, so deep full of emotion and pain.
I can really feel the emotion from your words, its really gripping, the lines were quite long but that added to the greatness of the flow.
keep the good work up,