Sandra Osborne

American Dreams - Poem by Sandra Osborne

The past,
memories called tears;
as old as rocks,
cold and hard.

Immortal as Gods
the ghosts of freedom
have penetrated
our lusts and desires;
twisting our hopes
into a powerful wanton dream,
a clenched white fist,
a glazed tomorrow.

A nation,
desperately clinging
to forgotten lies and drying tears,
trying to believe
in the past promises
of our bent and broken,
American Dreams.

Comments about American Dreams by Sandra Osborne

  • (2/7/2005 2:24:00 PM)

    What can I say it's the American Dream... (Report)Reply

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  • (12/8/2004 4:15:00 AM)

    Yes, this was written @ 1982. It is one of the earliest ones that I have posted. (Report)Reply

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  • (12/8/2004 2:41:00 AM)

    Very good! Am I wrong in assuming that this was not created recently?
    You are saying something and saying it well.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 8, 2004

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