Hopes and Dreams

Just a poem I put together in History class

 

 

Hopes And Dreams

 

 

One late evening

it came to me

in a hazy cloud.

The colors tinted the edges,

slowly moving across

my sleep-ladden eyes.

 

It seemed so real

I could almost touch

and feel it.

It was one of those fleeting moments;

just an evanescence.

 

Like a child under a makeshift fort

hiding from the scary dragon.

Holding the gleaming, silver mighty sword

slashing it at the darkness of the night.

 

Like a young couple

sneaking here and there

searching for thrills after thrills.

The laughter recurring for so long.

 

Like a girl in the forest

drifting nearby a giggling creek

searching for her hopes and her heart,

only to find comfort among the trees.

 

Like an elderly man

ready to cross the street

and hears a gunshot firing nearby

then falling to the hard, cold concrete.

Death by a heart attack

as well as an accidental, yet fatal shot to the head.

 

Late at night,

all dreams and depravities

of so many

came to me- and never left.

It clung to me

like a cat onto the curtain in mid-air,

like a wisp of smoke on the frosted window.

 

Sitting near the fireplace,

finally realizing

it wasn't the cloud

but the whispering crackles

of the flames licking the sky

that spoke of the

hopes

dreams

love

joy

wishes

understanding

that never materialized.

-Amy L. Arend

Author's Note

its for my poetry slam. Need opinions and feedbacks on it

Reviews

[Theresa]

Very well written, it's creative and really paints a picture for the reader. The only thing I thought might be a typo was: "and hears an gunshot firing nearby" I think its suppose to be a gunshot. I love the lines:
"searching for her hopes and her heart,
only to find comfort among the trees."
It's really a great verse something I can relate to, like sometimes you just need to get away from it all and be by yourself it a serene setting. Great job. Thanks for sharing