My Dreams Poem by jose javier berbel marin

My Dreams

Rating: 5.0


My dreams vanish like a ripple
Of water when it gets to the coast,
like the gentle touch of a drizzle
Disappears with the kiss of a rose.

I got drunk with the promises we made,
in despair's shade my hopes dug their grave,
my glee is slow burning in Hades' fire,
A still reverie of impossible desires.

The bells of love don´t toll in the steeple,
They swing by mute and lifeless. The stocks of loneliness
With dim leaves made their nests.

Gloomy sorrow for a heart, young and smitten.
My dreams keep playing tricks with my hopes.
I keep trying to mend the scraps of a life full of holes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 29 January 2020

Your diction is a complete delight, very powerfully and movingly crafted from the heart. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Jose.

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