My Reality
Daydreaming
Lost in thought…..
Wondering….
Hoping….
Dreaming….
A blessing, a curse?
Who knows?
A dream….
A wonderful dream,
Love and happiness
A home, a husband,
A daughter,
A family,
One to call my own.
A dream, my dream.
Wait….
Wait a minute….
This dream is no dream…
It’s a reality
My wonderful, picture perfect, Reality.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Falling Friendship | 1 | 09/30/2009 |
| Daydreaming | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| My Reality | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Ghost Town | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Bump, Bump | 1 | 09/29/2009 |
| Never Ending | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Watching Me Grow | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Mommy - To - Be | 1 | 02/18/2009 |
| Motherhood Test | 0 | 02/18/2009 |
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