Here's a poem I wrote... I randomly though it up in class
I
dream a dream of a dreamer
I dream a
dream of a dreamer
Not dreams of
wish or want, but thoughts
I dream of
shoelaces tying themselves
And neat
pulled up white socks
And the
ground underneath me, to my destination it takes
Without me
moving a muscle.
No ghost
sneaking up my nose
No problem
with the bustle
I dream of a
sun that cannot harm
Not feel the
heat but just the warmth
I dream of
nights so freezing cold
Up on the
moon with its crystal charm
I dream of
life on mars and stars
On Jupiter,
Saturn with wish fueled cars
And maybe on
the sun
I dream of
flowers telling me their dream
Of elves
travelling on the train
I dream of
ruby red skies
And blood
pouring down as rain
I dream of
creatures just unfathomable
With eyes as
noes and nose as eyes
Who eat with
their tail and sing with their hair
And they
stare to say they care
I dream of
flying instruments
Illuminating
the sky with music
I dream of
blue bells singing
With the
harmonious clocks tick tick
I also dream
of people
Black white
brown and blue
The royals
serving the poor
and the
officials mopping the floor
I dream of beggars
who beg not for riches
But beg for
forgiveness salvation and grace
I dream many
a dream but not of wish or want
But of thoughts when I sit alone
When I dream
the dream of a dreamer.
Hope you liked it!
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