I Didn't Realize
Hey, why are you sitting on a cloud, dangling your legs over the edge?
Come down to earth and find reality, not dreams, and make a pledge,
to try and make an effort to succeed
with your feet firmly planted on the ground,
and where no shadows can obscure your mind,
so that your future’s sound.
Hey, WHY ARE YOU sitting on a cloud?
Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize your situation,
but of course you're dead right, I can see that now.
Please accept my commiserations.
Eternal dreams!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Justice Denied In Massachusetts
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home
And sit in the sitting-room
Shall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow under this cloud?
Sour to the fruitful seed
Is the cold earth under this cloud,
Fostering quack and weed, we have marched upon but cannot
conquer;
We have bent the blades of our hoes against the stalks of them.
Let us go home, and sit in the sitting room.
Not in our day
Shall the cloud go over and the sun rise as before,
Beneficent upon us
Out of the glittering bay,
And the warm winds be blown inward from the sea
Moving the blades of corn
With a peaceful sound.
Forlorn, forlorn,
Stands the blue hay-rack by the empty mow.
And the petals drop to the ground,
Leaving the tree unfruited.
The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed
uprooted—
We shall not feel it again.
We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.
What from the splendid dead
We have inherited —
Furrows sweet to the grain, and the weed subdued —
See now the slug and the mildew plunder.
Evil does overwhelm
The larkspur and the corn;
We have seen them go under.
Let us sit here, sit still,
Here in the sitting-room until we die;
At the step of Death on the walk, rise and go;
Leaving to our children's children the beautiful doorway,
And this elm,
And a blighted earth to till
With a broken hoe.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Dreams Coming True With Romance
I once dreamed of finding
Prince Charming
But that was only a dream
I never tried to make it a reality
I only focused on my social life
Never on my love life
So it was only dreams of Romance
But I never knew that it was how
It was going to start.
I met you and thought i would
Never happen
So I would have my dreams
And wonder how it would be if it actually
Came to be REALITY.
But I only left it as dreams of romance.
Now I don't have to dream like that
I get to live those dreams and
Cherish every moment
Cause now I found my prince charming
He was in front of me all along
And i didn't realize it until something happened to
Make me do so.
I just can't believe that it started as
Dreams Of Romance
That came true
poem by Christina Conseco
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Beyond The Sunrise
Our reality is found
beyond the sunrise
of our dreams
where we take hold
of our future
and mould it to our needs.
Creating the life, we want
and not the life we have,
spreading our wings
into the world within our reach
and changing our reality
to suit our dreams.
Our mind has the power
to make our dreams
come to pass
and beyond the sunrise
is where we must go
to make them last.
13 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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Little Acorns
legs ache
from sitting
word processing
too long
legs ache
with achievement
solidly established
firmly planted
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cloud 9
I'm sitting waiting on cloud nine
Sitting here waiting on cloud nine
What do I have to do man
Tell me what is going on
Tell me what is going
If I remain strong I'll go to heaven where I've been
She comes to me with open arms
She's an angel man she's an angel
We float away
But she brings me back
Did I do something bad I ask myself
Thrash, Bash, Kill myself, eat a bunch of trash
Thrash, Bash, Get some cash and spend it on some drugs
Explode into a million pieces so noone can find me
I'll be on cloud nine
Cloud nine
Going out of my mind
Raining down on cloud nine
Nothing I can do man
Tell me what is going on
Tell me what is going
If I remain strong I'll go to heaven where I've been
She comes to me with open arms
She's an angel.. She's an angel
We float away
But she brings me back
Did I do something bad I ask myself
Trash, bash, kill myself, eat a bunch of trash
Trash, Bash, Get some cash and spend it on some drugs
Explode into a million pieces so no one can find me
I'll be on cloud nine
Cloud Nine, Cloud nine
Send me away to cloud nine
Cloud Nine, Cloud nine
Send me away to cloud nine
Call me when the sun goes down
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Not Much To Read
I was sitting outside
in my back yard.
The wind was blowing
but not too hard.
A cloud was pushed aside
to let through the rays,
and I got a funny feeling
it was one of those days.
A blackbird flew down
onto a nearby chair
and looked me in the eye
without a worry or care.
I didn’t make a sound
and neither did it,
but it shook it’s head
as it’s body dipped.
It then opened its beak
and gave out a sigh,
as though it read my mind
in a blink of an eye.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Round & Round
Lead voice by tevin campbell
Oh yeah
Round and round and round
Round, round
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh yeah
Can u tell me where were going 2?
Can u tell me what it is we really want 2 find?
Is the truth really there? or is it right under our hair?
4 all we know its been there all the time.
I say, nothing comes from dreamers but dreams
I say, sitting idle in our boat while everyone else is down the stream
Nothing comes from talkers but sound
We can talk all we want 2, but the world still goes around and round.
Round and round. we go round and round and round.
And what were looking 4 still isnt found
Can u tell me when we gonna get 2 it.
Im tired of fooling around I said I wanna do it. (go 4 it, get 2 it)
I learned my lesson young, I said if want to have fun (go 4 it)
And when u win say, I knew it (go 4 it, get 2 it)
Nothing comes from dreamers but dreams
I say, sitting idle in our boat while everyone else is down the stream
Nothing comes from talkers but sound
We can talk all we want 2, but the world still goes around and round.
Round, round, round, round, round, round
Round and round (get get get get 2 it, go 4 it, get 2 it)
We go round and round and round.
And what were looking 4 still isnt found
1 day Ill make it in the big city
And Ill be looking 4 a girl whos pretty
1 day Ill make a play and she will say ok
cause I plan 2 be a cool kitty
Round and round.
I say, nothing comes from dreamers but dreams
I say, sitting idle in our boat while everyone else is down the stream
Nothing comes from talkers but sound
We can talk all we want 2, but the world still goes around and round.
Round and round. we go round and round and round.
And what were looking 4 still isnt found
Round and round we go. round and round we go.
Round and round and round and round and round and round we go.
Round and round, round and round,
Round and round we go, round and round we go
Round and round.
song performed by by Prince
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Validation for colin j
Sometimes I think we should not try
to make our cherished dreams come true
and be content with fantasy.
We must accept reality
Some cherished dreams are doomed to fail.
Because they are not meant to be.
That does not mean we should not dream
For dreams are a necessity
Though they’re not always as they seem
Dreams can protect our sanity
provide escape from every day
repetitive reality.
Dreams can become reality
Though only if they’re meant to be.
31/05/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Destiny's Gardener
Destiny is a word,
that is hard to define.
For no knows the future,
which can be hard or very kind.
But you are your own gardeners,
your every thought is a seed.
And if you work very harder.
you are bound to succeed.
For Ideal hands, make Ideal minds.
making destiny like a weed.
Which can strangle all the flowers,
you've planted in your dreams.
So make all your dreams,
become reallity for you.
And go plant your own destiny
which you can grow with your will! ....
poem by Craig Moon
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Cloud Nine[Doin Fine]
Darling part of my life it wasnt very pretty. see, I was born and raised
In the slums of the city.it was a 1 room shack and slept 10 other children
Beside me.we hardly had enough food or room to sleep. it was hard times. i
Needed some thing to ease my troubled mind.
Listen, my father didnt know the meaning of work. he disrespected mama and
Treated us like dirt.i left home seeking a job that I never did find.depressed
And down hearted I took to cloud nine.
Im doin fine, up here, on cloud nine. listen 1 more time, Im doin fine, up
Here, on cloud nine.
Folks down there tell me, they say give your self a chance son dont let life
Pass you by,but the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongly
Survive.its a dog-eat-dog world and that aint no lie. it aint even safe no
More, to walk the streets at night.
Im doin fine, on cloud nine.
Let me tell you about cloud nine. cloud nine, you can be what you want to
Be,(cloud nine)you aint got no responsibilities,and every man,every man is
Free (cloud nine) your a million miles from reality, reality I wanna say upper,
Higher,upper, up, up and away.
I wanna say I love the life I live, and Im gonna live the life I love, up here
On cloud nine.
I, i, i, i, i, Im riding high on cloud nine.
Your as free as a bird in flight, (cloud nine)theres
No difference between day and night (cloud nine)its a world of love and
Harmony, (cloud nine) your a million miles from reality,reality wonna say
Upper,higher,upper, up,up and away. cloud nine you can be what you wanna
Be,(cloud nine)you aint got no responsibilities,(cloud nine)every man and his
Mind is free,your a million miles from reality, you can be what you wanna be.
Im feelin fine on cloud nine.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Silver Shadows Golden Dreams
Within the silver shadows
are locked our golden dreams
waiting patiently for us
to find the key and then set them free.
Dreams of love everlasting
to last us through our days,
dreams of happiness for evermore,
to let us smile through our life’s troubles.
They lay within the silver shadows
locked away in the recesses of our mind,
those golden dreams we dream about
from time to time.
The meandering wasteland,
within our shell of eternity,
where our dreams sleep,
awaiting us to awake them to make their escape.
The key is in us to unlock them
from within the silver shadows
where our golden dreams await
to be free to come true.
23 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Dreams
You're always there with in my dreams.
Oh what joy could be the wonderful things.
My hopes and wishes al fulfilled,
my endless prayers answered God has granted his precious will.
But in my dreams it's never so.
Dark turns they take pushng hope below.
I lose you just like in real life.
Disappearing causeing anguish and strie.
In my dreams you're always just right there.
Beyond my grasp It makes me so damn scared.
I always know that when I turn my back,
I'll turn around and the future fades to black.
In my dreams I feel you so.
Sometimes good but mostly no.
I don't know what these illusions mean.
A psychic message or a subconcious gleam?
You're always there I don't know why.
When all in life has been deprived.
I miss you much to the core it hurts.
Perhaps it's just I'm going nuts.
Am I in your dreams you precious thing?
Holding his heart out for you to live and breathe?
I try to send this message through,
I doubt though that it gets to you.
Hopefully one day my dreams willbe true.
Only the best for me and you.
A fairytale ending within reality bounds.
Our loving feet planted squarely on the ground.
poem by Michael McParland
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In The Deep Blue Sky
Close of from you there is always something
Dreams faraway - though twice is more than enough
Like time passes by to a world that will sing
In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled
The playful of pulls to the up and the closing
And bringing away what they thought they found
Every aspect of happening in very first arousing
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance
To find what was once without any falling doubt
And giving enough of spaces there all between
Those go around in their wandering ways and about
In their hours of departing or staying
With every embrace of their opportunity
Like feelings that come for their unity
And everyone is finding inside of each own
For a while for a while
In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance
To the goings of my dreams in the faraway
Taking believes to its trail of another day
In the hours that come with each play
In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance
And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
In the deep blue sky
*(Remember this is a lyric... The other part of my writing output is lyric writing and it’s as large as my poetry writing. However my largest output is writing music... Please Google 'Peter S. Quinn' If you’d like to see more. Thanks for your time. Peter)
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Higher Than The World
Well Im higher than the world
And Im livin in my dreams
Ill make it better than it seems
Today
And Im higher than a cloud
And Im living in the sound
Ill make it better than it seems
Today
Higher than the world
But my head is in a swirl
I gotta give a life a whirl
Today
Higher than the clouds
Wrapped up in the sound
Ill make it better all around
Today
Higher than the world
But my head is in a swirl
I gotta give a life a whirl
Today
Higher in my mind
Im going leave these blues behind
And Ill find what I find
Today
Cause Im higher than the world
And Im wrapped up in my dreams
Ill make it better than it seems
Today
Yes, Im higher than the world
And Im livin in my mind
I got to hold on to what I find
Today
Just a little bit higher
Little bit higher
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sea-dreams
Where the earth and sky collide
That's were sea-dreams are found
Sea-dreams become reality as sunrise
Grows glorious out of, aqua marine horizons
Our dream- that love is all we need
In our sea-dream moments looking beyond
Horizons we see our dreams come true, as we
Sway with loves promise in the daylight,
Holding each other, kissing each other
Sea-dreams are a reality that only mystic
Lovers know, dreams happen, and
When they do
We accept that love is
All we need, and
We few who embrace
The might and power of love
Live forever in our sea-dreams
poem by Johnoe Mc Guckin
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Life of a Cloud
Warming thermals whisper as they rise,
To tell us they are soon to bring to view
In cooler air aloft before your eyes:
A gentle wisp to counterpoint the blue.
Powder puffs emerge to grant her grace
That further bloom as would for stately tree, and
Yield a sight that calls for our embrace:
Another cloud anew above the lea.
Cruising forth, she yearns for ageless life.
O how her hopes will soon be dashed in vain,
For up there in the cold she courts her strife,
To fade away as drops of closing rain.
Scant and lacy speak her living span,
And fair among us could be brought to mourn,
But she was there to populate her clan:
From fallen tears, new daughters will be born.
Copyright © Mark R slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort.
quote by Jesse Owens
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Falling
In dreams I was
Falling
But in reality I was
Leaping
In dreams I was
Crying
But in reality I was
Waiting
Is there a difference?
In dreams I was
Running
But in reality I was
Walking
In dreams I was
Dying
But in reality I was
Living,
Catching,
Helping,
But helpless,
Watching the earth die
You, Clouds and I
Self stood apart
It stood witness
To an unusual union
The clouds
Didn't really move
We did!
A sudden wave
Of shyness overwhelmed
I hid behind a cloud!
I didn't know
You're there much before
I reached!
Some chuckle heard
From somewhere seeing us
Caught by each other!
We played
Leaping from one cloud
To another
Hands clasped
Thousands of feet
Above the earth!
Leave us alone
Pleaded the two hearts
In unison...
Stranded amidst
Scattered mounds of clouds
We floated...
On 09Oct2011 at some thousands of feet above the earth!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Why My Attire Gets Older?
Sitting at the banks of rivers,
looking at the water.
Their thought goes,
as the aimless water.
All of a sudden,
acquired this state.
Just had a nap,
nap of working tirelessly,
nap of fulfilling the duties,
wake up and find out,
the changed attire, wrinkled.
Look at the legs,
how many miles walked,
Look at the hands,
how much effort undertaken.
Can; t see the heart and the lungs,
damages can; t be ascertained,
with cataract and hearing aid.
Sitting at the fancy malls,
Looking at the young crowd,
thinking, if God makes,
the young age longer or
God can shorten the old age or,
a Child and then a youth,
Eternal youth..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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