Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in, but with what it is still possible for you to do.
quote by Pope John XXIII
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Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams.Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed in,but with what it is still possible for you to do.
quote by Pope John XXIII
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Why?
when you can face your
hopes and dreams instead?
Why let your frustrations
get to you when there's so much
that makes you happy?
Why focus on your failures
when you can put your energy
into what's still possible?
Why regret what you've done
when you can make tomorrow
so much better?
Why get down on your imperfections
when you have so many gifts?
Why frown
when there are so many reasons
to smile every day?
Each day is another chance
to do better,
to try harder.
Each day will bring you closer
to your dreams.
'Why, '
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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Nothing is more common than unfulfilled potential.
quote by Howard Hendricks
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Jeane
Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And i'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But i look in your eyes
And i know
Oh ...
That it isn't there
Oh, we tried, and we failed
Oh, we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?
Yet you still have that greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean
Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
And we tried
Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And i don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
Oh yes, i think you know the truth
Jeane
Oh ...
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Oh, jeane
We tried, and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
song performed by by Smiths
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Our Dreams Can Be Forgotten
our dreams are mere dreams
for what are dreams but dreams
and nothing but dreams
unfulfilled and so we
rationalize
that dreams are nothing but dreams
anyway
unfulfillable
as what our primitive natures
have always been
we then shift to the realities
that grab us
rather than we grabbing them
like personal properties
like a soap that we think must not
slip from the hold
of our definitive hands
and look
it falls right there at the toilet bowl
and we shrug
not to pick it
that feeling that something we held
has become dirty
will always be there to haunt us
but we learn the lesson well
as we shrug our
shoulders
and curl our lips and eyelashes
'so what? ' i'll have another.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Is Upon My Own Mind
Upon my own mind,
Do I lay my own faults...
Hopes and dreams!
And failures to overcome.
Upon my own mind,
Do I gather the strength...
To pull myself away,
From those frustrations.
Upon my own mind,
Do I find time...
To appreciate myself.
With a forgiving of my mistakes.
And it is upon my own mind,
Do I motivate myself...
To correct false steps.
And express a thankfulness,
To be blessed to self examine.
And...
If I have done wrong,
I will admit it.
Before those wrongs done,
Have been noticed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never To Be Experienced
Those afraid to admit their wrongs...
To protect deepening mental insecurities,
Have done to themselves much injustice.
And it is with frustrations...
Accusations with excuses kept,
That a potential for a higher consciousness...
For them is never to be experienced.
But self induced confusion,
Continues to flourish with the feeding of an ego.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mute Requiem
Over there lies the body,
Of false hopes and unfulfilled desires.
It inspires only loathing
Silence, irony
Becomes it's only testimony,
Contrary to the envisioned outcome and the desired result
Pity, this final outcry for sympathy
Committed with such self-indulgent finality, is doomed to failure.
So pathetic, unreversable and blind...
Irony and contempt
For the failed life
Seems fitting of this Mute Requiem...
Emptiness cries out my name!
Emptiness cries out my name
In vain
As i turn my back and walk away
Maggots
Assemble
To begin their song.
song performed by by Quo Vadis
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Fond pride of dress is sure a very curse; Ere fancy you consult, consult your purse.
A few solitary thoughts
I sit browsing a world, virtual yet stylish
I have my headset on
A Tamil song played, which I care not
To escape Mamma`s scoldings, only my aim
To the aim my hopes always go
Filled, my mind with hopes and wishes
And eyes still sleepy, I wish 'not again'
An interpretation to dreams, got my mentor to say
Foolish hopes and beliefs with me to act
In real I know not, what does play
To make them all come true.
Dreams do have boundaries
poem by Evangeline Ray
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Recess
Resuscitate
In my sleep
Awake to see
Youre never here
But the losing yields
Another year
Facing hopes and fears
And I wish
I could believe there was more
Hopes suffocating
Youve kissed my life
And the planes and trains
Are to blame
For tempting us
To refrain
And to cut the chord
Dis every word
Of the truths absurd
And I wish
I could believe there was more
Hopes suffocating
Youve kissed my life
Hopes suffocating
Hopes suffocating
Hopes suffocating
And youve kissed my life
song performed by by Muse
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Dreams
Silent whispers
of dreams never spoken
in fear they maybe broken
Childhood dreams
is all we had
but we never had fears
As adults
all we have is fears
fear of war
fear of life
fears for our own
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Waiting For Tomorrow
Today is gone with my hopes
Tomorrow I wait for what comes.
If yesterday is history
And tomorrow mystery
I have today only as mine.
But I still wait for tomorrow,
For yesterday is gone with my hopes.
O' home, sweet home of mine!
I have missed for twenty years
If they can feel my tears;
My pains and my bleeding heart.
Time has failed me
Time won't leave me.
And every day I grow older;
Everyday I grow weaker;
America, are you there?
Africa, can you hear me?
My country has failed me
And I am growing old, old away from home
My Africa, my sweet home of mine
I come with a new hope.
Where is my hope Nigeria?
You have killed my dreams.
But I wait for tomorrow;
I still wait for tomorrow.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Alone, I Am
Alone, I seem not, though I am
Alone, I must travel the unfocused future
Although at times I may travel with a companion
Nevertheless, none are close enough to know my true nature
At times throughout the winding path, I have become acquainted with a compassionate soul
Though in the end, they also desert me, unable to understand my true nature
At the present, I was near to a potential companion
However, I now feel him drifting from me
As the waning of the moon, playing with the tides of my emotions
I shudder to realize, that I dared to hope, for the perfect, most angelic soul
One who can understand my hopes, my fears, my dreams, my past
In essence, my true nature
But then I finally have come to realize
That Alone, I must travel the unfocused future
Alone, I seem not, though I am.
poem by Katie Frank
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At times we expected the allies unquestioningly to follow our leads; sometimes we failed to consult them in advance before reversing policies; at other times we ignored their requests.
quote by Richard Kerry
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If we could only share our hopes, our dreams, our disappointments, our fears, our achievements, and our discoveries.... the world would be a little kinder and a lot more forgiving.
quote by Robert Anthony, Great American Poets 2002
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Hopes in Hopes
Hopes in Hopes
Hopes! what is this thing i hope for? is it a fantasy or a trick played by my mind.... at night i hope for things i imagined would someday become reality,
I hope that my imagination becomes reality, I hope that i dont have to hope to get the things i want.
But hopping in high expectation takes you a step forward, Hopes! , dreams are buit on hope, every moment i hope, i cant stop hopping! , but i cant help to think that hopes makes a person archived greater things, it helps a person think high, it helps a person taking higher step in life.
i hope this will be useful to people who hopes to find thier expectations, hopes are your dreams.
M.O
poem by Martin Onyesom
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Hand Me Your Dreams
You have dreams
Suspended, deferred,
Unfulfilled, you still keep
Them without hope
I am here, tell me your
Dreams, hold them like
Delicate glass
Or white egg
Hand them to me
I will wrap them
With this silk
And tie them with
This golden thread
Away from the
Wicked eyes of the world
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tricks and Traitors
They perceive their self defeating outlooks,
As being envied.
They believe those screaming,
To awaken them...
To be out of their minds with jealousy.
So they continue...
To watch their dreams being sold,
And for sale signs forced upon their hopes.
And 'still' they can not see,
Themselves as their worst enemies!
Being used without hint of concern...
Just as long as their egos are massaged,
By tricks and traitors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Question (to Fausta)
Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows
Like the wave;
Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men.
Love lends life a little grace,
A few sad smiles; and then,
Both are laid in one cold place,
In the grave.
Dreams dawn and fly, friends smile and die
Like spring flowers;
Our vaunted life in one long funeral.
Men dig graves with bitter tears
For their dead hopes; and all,
Mazed with doubts and sick with fears,
Count the hours.
We count the hours! These dreams of ours,
False and hollow,
Do we go hence and find they are not dead?
Joys we dimly apprehend,
Faces that smiled and fled,
Hopes born here, and born to end,
Shall we follow?
poem by Matthew Arnold (1849)
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