Treasure Island

Bella Ravenstar

(Southern California)

2013


Oh how the wait
I long for it so
I hungry
To behold the savory mysteries
I am young
But mature enough
I have to wait
To be admitted
To further parts
Of the gleaming building
Closer to heaven I'll be
Closer to eternity
2013
On that day
I will receivie it without further wait
Now it's 2008
Yet I long
To be forever young
Forever my age
But I can't wait for 2013
For that day

Submitted: Saturday, June 28, 2008

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (2013 by Bella Ravenstar )

Enter the verification code :

  • , aryaindia (7/21/2008 8:12:00 PM)

    Perhaps you will be a major on that day, or is that your wedding day? or the day of graduating....no one knows............but it is with fervent desire that all of us wait for some day in the future. For me, it is the day when I shall step into my soul's divine acceptance to immortality. Thanks for sharing. arya (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Tetracty Dry Grass, Heather Burns
  2. On The Highway Of Life, Heather Burns
  3. Angel With Ferns In A Far Landscape, mary douglas
  4. Theres A Place, Heather Burns
  5. Plum Tree, Kyle Schlicher
  6. Suffusing My Heart In Sunrise, mary douglas
  7. A Promise Made, Kyle Schlicher
  8. Our Children, Heather Burns
  9. Going Home, Heather Burns
  10. Valentine With Doves On The Seven Last W.., mary douglas

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]