ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?
Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?
The silent longings of the heart set free
To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.
A dream is as a morning mist of spring;
Refreshing, light, and gently promising
To all who sleep and wake in time to catch
The welcome peace and glory they behold.
But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring
When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!
The plaintive heart starts longing once again
To sink into the realms of possibility.
Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?
The silent longings of the heart set free
To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.
A dream is as a morning mist of spring;
Refreshing, light, and gently promising
To all who sleep and wake in time to catch
The welcome peace and glory they behold.
But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring
When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!
The plaintive heart starts longing once again
To sink into the realms of possibility.
I am very happy about how this turned out! It was part of an English assignment. I had to write a poem in unrhymed iambic pentameter similar to Robert Frost. It was harder than I thought it would be, actually, because my creative juices seem set on rhyming as much as possible. I literally had to scrap three line drafts because they rhymed XP But then this lovely poem rose up from those ashes and I am pleased to report that I am actually proud of it! Yes, you heard right, this is a poem that I am proud of. Anyways, as always, I hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear your thoughts!
© 2013 - 2024 Kurosaki224
Comments39
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
in my dreams I'm always running from someone..