There once was a boy from this place,
Where nature gleams with glorious grace. Though all seemed right And the sun always bright, He dreamed of someday travelling through space.
The only thing he ever did do was sleep: I guess studies were really never that deep. He was always ahead And so it was said, That his classmates all called him a creep.
“To hell with your dreams, and find a job with pay”
That is what his faithless tired father would say. “Life isn’t much fun, And costs about a ton: You must choose a realistic career without delay.
Alone, angered, and confused, so it did seem,
This poor child grew afraid to even dream. I find it absurd And sad no one heard, The pain in his voice through his quiet scream.
So, every night he’d look up to the dark sky
And wonder about these mysteries up high. The stars shone white, Truly a wonderful sight, As he relieved himself with a sadly sigh. Powerful Belief Poems Honest poems on Dreams Magnificent feelings on Self
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Human, a bit odd at times, and miserably happy.
I hear clomps through the doorway. Are they here to take me away? Should I scream for help? Do they care? Or should I leave my room and dare? What have they come in search of? What do I have
I miss you everyday Someone else taking your place No way. To the world the only memory of you is me miscarrying you. For me your memories will be forever of me carrying you. You were not just a part
I wish I could teach you, The ways of men, I wish I could change you, Beard doesn’t make you a man, I wish you could open your eyes, And see the woman in me, I wish you could know
A boy in the sunny day, Was standing on the desert bay, Sunny sunny hot and hot, And the dryness all it got, A cactus was crying over there, Was wetting the soil with his tears, Oh my lad what
I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know that doing that was bad. I just wanted to know what would happen. But now everyone’s saying I’ve been naughty. I think Miss Berry’s going to tell me off. She’s going to call