Dreams

Dreams

A Poem by Adora.xo
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Blech? A blerb.

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I will be where the clouds breathe air into my lungs,

And the blue skies melt into the fiery horizons.

I will calm my heart beat with the warm salty air,

Born from the silver waters that mother a million.

I will bury my mortality in the velvet sand,

And remain immortal in the whispering waves.

I will make a name for myself and carve it in the wet cliff sides,

And my voice will ring with the clouds for eternity.

I will watch the burning embers sink into the ocean,

And then blink back at the shimmering skies.

I will bathe myself under the flawless moon of silky cream,

Like the skin of a wanton lover at the peak of her infidelity.

I will be where the wispy clouds melt into dreams,

And the satin skies rob me of my sanity.

© 2010 Adora.xo


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Adora.xo
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This is a good poem. Your imagery is very good. and your simile at the end was fantastic. Only a few stylistic problems.

"Heart beat" should be one word.

"I will make a name for myself and carve it in the wet cliff sides," doesn't need a comma for this context. Really, any line that has a comma before "And" probably doesn't need a comma. They don't seem to be complex-enough statements to necessitate a comma.

Very good job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Bathe myself under the flawless moon of silky cream, yes this is very lovely and sensual, love that line there. Excellent poetry my friend well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Faved! This is a beautiful piece, the words are rich and should be savored.... lovely descriptive language. Great job!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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The One That's Non-Existant As Far As You're Concerned., British Columbia, Canada



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