A Poem by Maria

For contest about DREAMS

  T                                                    Once the sun, disappears, the Moon comes about.
                                                 Its light we use, to guide ourselves, through the 
                                             night.  The STARS come out and keep it 
                                          company, as Children get ready for bed.
                                       The Moon might not do much, yet
                                     it keeps watch over the night.
                                 And allows us to enter a world 
                                 in which, DREAMS come to
                                 come to LIFE. And they                                         S T A R S
                                 vary, from pleasing to
                                  haunting.  Past, or
                                  Present, can come
                                  about. Young and 
                                  OLD alike. The 
                                   young tend to 
                                    DREAM, about
                                     their HEROES
                                      And or Prince;
                                       others might     ::::::::::::::
                                        face Monsters                     :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
                                         Terror, through                                                           ::::::::::
     *                                     the night. A few
                                            might be luckier, and only                           
                                              dream, of LOVE, or HOPE, and 
                                                perhaps PEACE?  Others envision what 
                                                   their FUTURE shall be like, or what trials 
                                                      they must face? I have had many a dream and 
                                                             most are based on childhood traumas, that come
           *                                                       to HAUNT me at times, and other times I DREAM of
                                                                     GOOD things and or GOOD times. In the end, DREAMS
                                                                          Are part of humanity, and many refuge themselves deeply
                                                                                     within their minds, and LIVE a REALITY, that is better
     *                                                                                      than their actual own life CIRCUMSTANCES.  Be it                                                                                                                      what it may be, never stop DREAMING,                                                                                                                         big or small,and use the DREAMS for                                                                                                                           GOOD and to CONFRONT your                                                                                                                                      FEARS as well. For now I bid                                                                                                                                          you a Good night.


© 2017 Maria

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This was a pleasant and fun read! I love the creative way that you've played with form, it makes for a very unique poem.

Good work!

Posted 9 Months Ago

Beautiful work of you.
it's really interesting to read it.
I enjoyed it.

Posted 10 Months Ago

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Added on August 30, 2017
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Tags: moon, night, stars, dreams



Fairfax, VA

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