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Dreams

Contributed by Dkanis on Thursday, 7th April 2005 @ 08:43:20 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



His Life Is Great
He's Oblivious To Fate
His Home Is Vast
His Car Is Fast
He Wear's Suits And Ties
He Always Lies
Until One Day
It All Went Away
He Got In His Car
But He Didn't Get Far
He Thought He Was Free
Until He Hit That Tree
The Last Thing That He Heard
Was The Chirping Of A Bird

His Ears Are Ringing
His Eyes Are Stinging
The Land's Dividing
Mountains Are Colliding
The Earth Is Opened Up
With Thirst He Lifts His Cup
Valcanoes Spew Fire
The Dead He Does Admire
They Never Did Endure
What Now Does Occur
But He Must Suffer
When It's Done He Will Be Tougher
He Hears A Lark
It All Goes Dark

Stuck In A Dark Abyss
With Nothing To Do But Reminisce
About The Past
It Is Unsurpassed
With Pain And Hurt
He Used To Just Talk And Flirt
No He Regrets It All
For Into The Darkness He Did Fall
He Need's To Continue Living
To Start Forgiving
Or He Will Fall Into His Shallow Grave
And Die A Death That Is Not Brave
He Hears A Dove Call
And He Begins To Fall

He See's A Light
The Sirens Are Bright
He Did Not Die
But Theres Blood On His Tie
He's Rushed To Extensive Care
His Family And Friends Are All There
He Apologizes To Everyone
But His Changes Have Just Begun
He Doesn't Lie Or Cheat
He Drive's Safely Down The Street
Although It May Have Seemed Extreme
He Learned His Lesson From A Dream
Grew A Lot In Other Word's
He Now Take's Time To Hear The Birds


Douglas K.




Copyright © Dkanis ... [ 2005-04-07 08:43:20]
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Re: Dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by SylviaWalters on Tuesday, 16th August 2005 @ 03:31:34 AM AEST
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I really like this poem, I don't know why though, I just really like it. Well done!


Re: Dreams (User Rating: 1 )
by Ruzel on Tuesday, 23rd August 2011 @ 04:46:50 AM AEST
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A very beautiful poem. Nice rhymes. Really enjoyed




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