dreams disappeared into nothing
where did they go?
they’ve been gone so long,
I don’t remember or know
yesterday…..the day before
how long has it been since
they slipped out the door?
how many years did it take
for me to finally realize
you can’t always grasp a dream
no matter how hard you try
exhaustion oppresses night and day
I long only to sleep
but know I must stay
here in this dark place
where my dreams are dead
where I hoped to find joy
and found sorrow instead
where I live for others
and find no relief for me
great expectations, greater lies
once I was blind but now I see
that dreams are things made of dust
you live the life you live
and do what you must
to simply survive day to day
your dreams are all broken
and finished they’ll stay
ashes buried in the garden
of what should have been
your only hope…..to sleep
and perchance dream again
I have been in this space before and fortuntly there is always another door/dream opening.......never give up the changing dream we call life. Believe me when I say I say this at a time a new door is opening for me that I can't even see yet.......you have expressed the dark feeling before the opening extremely well.
Belle, the human tragedy expressed with the drama of reality required to share the experience with others. Bewildering, hope and inner peace challenged time and again while we wait, for a sign, a dream to be fulfilled with our passion and desires for love, happiness. A work of great quality and introspection. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
this tantalises as reality check, regret,
a sense of wonderment and bafflement, acceptance,
understanding and renewed hope - a web of emotion
we can identify with and empathise with;
such honest writing, Belle, and, of course, quality.
I have forgotten how beautiful you compose your lovely poetry
it's so refreshing to read your words again Dear Friend
they open my heart to my past and whats ahead making me to pause
and search within my self for answers
thank you for sharing this masterpiece
Peace & Love be with you
~Lady La Belle~
Perchance to dream and grasp the moment out of the darkness.
A life's experience to the sadness and yet to find that joy
once and a fortnight again.
Sadly, the theme that you share through your verses here is one that is prevalent and universal and timeless in this world/life, Belle. Thank you for sharing and I can assure you that, at this time, I can completely relate. Love and best wishes,
This is a dramatic turn from your romantic poetry, showing a dark side that I haven't seen before. Sleeplessness can bring on depression. Like you wrote, sleep can bring on dreams again.
You have a magnificent way of drawing pictures
in all you write in story prose Lady La Belle...
All of this is seen and felt and I most assuredly
know others have been in this spot...
Excellent as always in content and visual movie
within the mind of imagination...
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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I love this side of You!!
Power be to the dreams
again and again!!!
Lady Vivian
a sense of wonderment and bafflement, acceptance,
understanding and renewed hope - a web of emotion
we can identify with and empathise with;
such honest writing, Belle, and, of course, quality.
john
it's so refreshing to read your words again Dear Friend
they open my heart to my past and whats ahead making me to pause
and search within my self for answers
thank you for sharing this masterpiece
Peace & Love be with you
William
ChipB
Always,
Deborah
Perchance to dream and grasp the moment out of the darkness.
A life's experience to the sadness and yet to find that joy
once and a fortnight again.
Lady Mary Ann
Regis
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
even in sorrow filled yearning
we dream...we must...we love...
heart-spun emotions
& the empty nest
Vickie
in all you write in story prose Lady La Belle...
All of this is seen and felt and I most assuredly
know others have been in this spot...
Excellent as always in content and visual movie
within the mind of imagination...
Love and Light
Lily
budd