Luana Del Lobo


Dreams Of Steel - Poem by Luana Del Lobo

I’m a tree,
I’ve leaves but I have no branches,
I’m a road but I have no destination,
I’ve a mind but I have no hands,
I’m a bird, I fly… I don’t know where to go!
I would like to be… and not just dream about it…

Maybe I just don’t want to…
Maybe I just don’t care…
There’s no particular reason,
It doesn’t make sense…

I don’t know what I want,
I don’t know what I don’t want,
I simply Know
That I want steel,
Not cotton candy,
I don’t it to vanish,
I don’t it be sweet…
I want it to be strong, cruel,
I want hell,
I want it to be real…

Because we all know,
Thal all the real things
Are made of steel.
They’re rough,
Though they can be covered
With lovely flowers and all the good things.

I’m a person,
I’ve hands,
I can do whatever I dream to,
So hard dreams, too much steel?


Comments about Dreams Of Steel by Luana Del Lobo

  • Veteran Poet - 1,284 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (9/2/2013 6:29:00 PM)

    Good steel is harden with heat and pressure and again and again, over and over. It must be able to withstand the test. People are the same, they must be shaped and pressurized into something that will stand the test of time. Cold hard steel.nerves of steel. The cutting edge of steel , the cutting edge of
    a mind. Case harden steel, steeled strength. Are you tempered steel? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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