But There Are Dreams That Cannot Be

I want to recreate perfection

Through eloquent strings of words

But my, how impossible a feat!

I want to relive every warm exhale

Through each mellow song I find

But no sweet violin carries your tune

I want to remember the outline of soft fingers

Through weathered and cloudy visuals

But how worn the originals become

I want to erupt with bubbles of passion

Through heavy vibratos and fat tears

But oh, the air is thick in my throat

I want to share you with the people

Through mediocre teenage poetry

But secrecy has an alluring, heavy scent

I want to rediscover what drew you to me

Through any means necessary

But I'm pretty sure it's been misplaced

I want to recreate perfection

Through a computer screen and digital letters

But my mind is deaf to all appeals

Reviews

[Wandering Minstrel]

good piece of writing! ...............

[Mike Cole]

Wow! I am blown away at how descriptive you are in your poem and I really enjoy your writing style

[Sami Khalil]

A very good poem . I want to praise your write...:)

[Namaa Hammond]

nice i like this poem and how you bind the end of every stanza to doubts. this is a really creative style and i like it. great work :)

[Rahul]

A Beautiful poem with some powerful words. i liked your theme and enjoyed reading as well.

[solo2be]

I like how this poem flows. You are painting a picture with your words. Very well written!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful use of words and thoughts. I like the flow of thoughts and the description. Good to try to reach for desires and tried to fine peace and sometimes perfection in our words. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote