Uriah Hamilton


The Next Poet’s Exhilarating Dream - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I should be back-alley midnight dead
Having seen the last sunset’s vanishing light
Replaced with a gorgeously blood-dripping eternal night
Instead of counting lingering regrets
With lonely and dimming eyes still squinting into the past.
I only wanted to live a limited amount of days
And I’ve pointlessly over-extended my stay…

Had I been a teenage genius
Along the lines of Arthur Rimbaud,
I wouldn’t hesitate to go,

One should create art
And then flee
Like a wild and ruthless bandit
Into the next poet’s exhilarating dream!


Comments about The Next Poet’s Exhilarating Dream by Uriah Hamilton

  • (12/30/2005 10:29:00 PM)


    '...back-alley midnight dead'? That is a FABULOUS line! Very visual. LOVE it!

    S
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  • (7/15/2005 11:37:00 AM)


    Uriah, this is the best of your poems I have read. Each line rings true and your theme is extremely universal but creative. Good work.

    Raynette
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  • (7/15/2005 11:14:00 AM)


    This is an extremely good poem, very original in substance, with nice imagery and a great ending. Well done! (Report) Reply

  • (7/15/2005 10:02:00 AM)


    Wonderful free verse. I have enjoyed this. Thank you for reviewing my poem. Sherry (Report) Reply

  • (7/15/2005 9:56:00 AM)


    Well, the last stanza brings a kind of romantic dream home with a lot of impact,
    and I think it's a dream most of us have had at one time or another.
    And it's VERY well put.
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  • (7/15/2005 9:50:00 AM)


    Sounds like a Plathian sentiment, Uriah. But why not stick around and enjoy the fruits of your labor? ...as meager as they can be for poets. I get your wistful point though...and it was put forth nicely. Good job. (Report) Reply

  • (7/15/2005 9:48:00 AM)


    I liked the last stanza especially the part 'create their art and flee'. Good write! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 15, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, July 18, 2005


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