Dreams

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Alas! When we follow our dreams;
People tend to snort tend to laugh.
Alas! When we follow our dreams;
People tend to crumple up in half.

Hush darling let them speak;
Our heart isn’t theirs to keep.
Wipe the tears on your cheek;
Strive towards the highest peak.

Alas! When we follow our dreams;
Learn to distinguish common allies.
Alas! When we follow our dreams;
Troubles in life help make us wise.

Hush darling let them speak;
Our heart isn’t theirs to keep.
Wipe the tears on your cheek;
Strive towards the highest peak

Alas! When we follow our dreams;
Prone to spite people bemoan.
Alas! When we follow our dreams.
The path to success weaves alone.

Hush darling let them speak;
Our heart isn’t theirs to keep.
Wipe the tears on your cheek;
Strive towards the highest peak.

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

Posted on Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Bird’s Nest

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Winter winds have come and gone,
Empty nest awaiting the return.
Under heat of the northern feathers;
New birds settle at break of dawn.

The innocent cries of  the newly born;
Seeking sweet crumbs filled with love,
Having not learned actions nor words.
Fly at once without fear of thorn.

The flaws you make have fear arise.
The wings trembling cold and small.
Preparing for the first of flights;
Soar throughout the cloudless skies.

The nest alone expecting to be filled;
Raw emptiness of the wintry season.
For when the sun is glistening bright;
The flight of birds shall be fulfilled.

 

Photo Credits: www.flickr.com

Form: Prose

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

Foolishness

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Lo! To be foolish once again;
How delightful would it be?
To discard all thee muddles,
Whilst roaming around free!

To be young once again;
Splash in the river stream.
To travel back in time;
Chase the impossible dream!

To be clueless once again;
Lose track of time.
Disburse all thee wealth;
And travel without a dime!

To fall in love again;
Lose all thee sanity.
Get thy heart broken;
Reverse back in reality!

For everyone is foolish;
Before acquiring wisdom.
Hence; the circle of life;
Is quite a gripping system.

Lo! To be foolish once again;
How delightful would it be?
To discard all thee muddles,
Whilst roaming around free!

 

Photo Credits: www.goodfon.su

Posted on Midweek Motif @ Poets United

& Posted for Poems In April @ Real Toads

Roses

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A country house nearby;
Its fence lined with roses.
Its elegant front door,
An invitation proposes.

Whilst passing through the house;
Hand in hand with Carrie.
Upon asking the address,
Looking coy and wary.

Alas! Join thee hands,
In the dew coming coldly.
Thee turn to go up front,
Knock the door boldly.

Their breath coming fast;
Hands both trembling.
There when the mistress comes,
Impetuous and scrambling.

Pray, hwa art thou?
Thee lass thus proposes;
Its season of Spring,
And two come for roses.

Alas! chuckling little much;
To hwa thee supposes.
Thy grants us by kindness,
The boon of her roses.

 

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Posted for Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads