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Two Unborn Dreams
I long for the blossoming
Of two unborn dreams.
I wish to fly
From life to death
To change the face and fate of earth
In the world of death.
I wish to fly
From earth-failure to Heaven-triumph
To change the sorrows and pangs of God
In the world of man.
My Little Dreams
I’M folding up my little dreams
Within my heart to-night,
And praying I may soon forget
The torture of their sight.
For Time’s deft fingers scroll my brow
With fell relentless art—
I’m folding up my little dreams
To-night, within my heart!
Georgia Douglas Johnson
I create an elaborate, intricate tapestry
existing only in my mind.
I weave my imagination each day
and live the dreams each night.
The complex patterns emerge before me
the rich colors unfold.
As the design changes,
and the dreams evolve.
It is a realm without pain or jealousy
hurt or anger.
A place where one knows happiness
love and contentment.
I escape to this safe haven often,
to weave my dreams
and find peace.
There I find my serenity.
I know joy.
Here I met my prince
handsome, brave and strong.
He believes that I am
beautiful, intelligent and desirable.
He is like none I have ever met
caring, giving and protective.
I search for him in my reality
but I have not found him.
So it is here I wish to linger
to share my life.
With him I am one,
I am complete.
Reluctantly I return each day
to greet my stark reality.
A world filled with pain, anger and loneliness.
I search for the key
allowing me to remain.
Weaving my imagination
forever in my dreams.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats
When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
To purple daybreak--little thought we pay
To that sweet bitter world we know by day.
- Thomas Bailey Aldrich-
At times I wonder if I told you how good of
a brother
you were to me or
just how much I needed you to share in my
joy and how
proud I was
of you
Did I ever tell you how much you helped me
when we
were growing
up sometimes I
wonder if you realized how very important
to me you
were
You were so dear to me at times it is still
hard for
me to deal With the fact
that you are
no longer here
Now today is your birthday I want to hug you one
more
time and tell you
I love you
Big brother I miss you so much
every day
I know in my heart the closeness we shared you
knew
You were so special to me the way I knew
I was special to
you
Even though we told each other often that
we loved
Each other when one is gone the one left
behind
Wishes for a chance to say I love
You and one last
hug
Copyright by Rita
Some poems, make me fly…
When read, my soul grows, give me happiness.
I felt that life is so wonderful
That all life is filled with light.
And I can achieve the dream of love.
Full of love, not just dreaming…
But always see it,
Those who write them,
Like myself.
We wrote shortcomings,
Desires, nostalgia and dreams…
We are sentient beings,
Those who love touched us,
And perhaps made us poets,
As a means of survival,
As a way to escape the pain and the joy,
We knew that we could not transmit or otherwise.
But I do not much case,
Are just reflections of a poet, in one day fool.
Why is that:
Whoever had, withheld…
Who knew, knows…
Who knew giving and receiving,
Again know granting…
Who knew dream
Again dream…
And who knew love…
… Is and will be loved!…
