A dream just died,
Wasted away.
A long time it cried,
It hoped to stay.
A dream has flown,
On molting wings.
Though it had grown,
It no longer sings.
A dream now gone,
Will not return.
Not written in stone,
It crashed and burned.
12/9/10 Alton Texas
I think most of us have experienced this. Nicely written. Congrats on poem of the day
Wasted away! ! Life is like that at times. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wow Juan, I can honestly feel the angst in this, you've sent one to the soul! Great stuff.
Nice poem.. really loved...10 born and survive...Born and survive Otherwise, it is natural birth and death And we are born to take breathe and survive
i do believe you DID mean On molting** wings! ** In biology, moulting (British English) , or molting (American English) , also known as sloughing, shedding, or in many invertebrates, ecdysis, is the manner in which an animal routinely casts off a part of its body (often, but not always, an outer layer or covering) , either at specific times of the year, or at specific... Of course the dream crashed! ! ! ! silly dream! yes, if it were 'written in stone' (a strong stone) it may have survived. this is a nice, short, thought-provoking poem, 'young man'. to MyPoemList. favorite lines: Not written in stone, It crashed and burned. bri ;)
Wish your sweet dreams come out real and make you happy. The poem ends in a sad note. It is very nice. Deserves to be poem of the day. Congrats.
Sad but beautiful poem. Congratulations for a well deserved place.
So sad but a nice poem and well deserved honours as POTD..Congrats.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Juan. Well expressed. Congrats on poem of the day!