Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu


Hold Fast To Dreams - Poem by Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu

Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken winged bird,
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.

Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams fade,
Life is like an abandoned ship,
Forsaken in the middle of a tidal ocean without a captain.

Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams slips away,
Life becomes a falling leaf,
From a tree in an autumn morning,
That sways from one point to another.

Hold fast to dreams,
For when your dreams ends,
You are only but a wandering ghoul,
Stocked between the boundaries of life and death.

Hold fast to dreams,
For when dreams are no more,
Life is nothing but a hopeless and rootless journey,
Engrossed with agony and sorrow.

My name is the weeping poet,
My tears are my honor,
I write not to be assessed by mortals,
I write not to be compared by any other poet,
I spill my heart on the altar of words,
Bursting the ordinances that tie the works of art to critics.


Comments about Hold Fast To Dreams by Livinus weeping poet Okechukwu

There is no comment submitted by members..



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?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013



[Report Error]