Every time I try my hands at poetry, something morbid comes out. No springy flowers here.
This is just a little poem I wrote a while back. Hope you enjoy!
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I thought I was unique, one of a kind, something new.
I thought I was different, always happy, never blue.
I was a determined person, and I had enough ambition to see my goals through.
I was a dreamer, and so I had many dreams I wanted to pursue.
I would see them to fruition and nothing and no one could block my view.
I had enough faith in myself; I believed that there was nothing I couldn’t do.
Oh, I was realistic enough to know there’d be obstacles in my path too.
But I believed if I never gave up, there was no problem I couldn’t outdo.
I was wrong, and disappointment came and decided to take root.
I learned that dreams are complicated creatures, full of phases and masks askew.
And that they don’t always come true.
Sometimes I can almost see the face of my dream, overcome a phase or two.
But I do know now that many dreams are built with nothing but hay and bamboo,
Strong at times, but easy enough to subdue.
Am I still unique, with all the dreams I never outgrew?
Inwardly, I still believe in the things I can no longer do.
But enough external obstacles keep me standing still, shackled, with my feet glued.
Sometimes I backtrack and try other paths, and here dreams have a different hue.
Sometimes, all I find are other obstacles, and here I falter and review.
Will my dreams ever realize, or are they nothing but taboo?
But a dreamer has nothing without dreams, and so I backtrack and renew.
Again and again I’ll take my cue, until my dreams finally come true.
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And thank you!
I enjoyed it 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Very good, Jina! Check out Freedom With Writing, Authors Publish, or Medium to find it a home!
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Haha, Kim, thanks. I don’t write many poems – it’s not really my thing. But sometimes i’m in the right mood and my muse accommodates me.
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Very nice, Jina!
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Thanks, Jill!
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dreams die when come true and this was not really morbid, not towards the end.
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Ah, I tried to give it an optimistic ending. You really think dreams die when they come true?
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ok not die per se, they lose the charm as they transform into reality. its like the caterpillar turning into butterfly, depends on how you visualize your dreams, as the butterfly or the caterpillar.
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Loved it…it was more than little!
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Thank you!
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I enjoyed it, Jina! You’re braver than I am – I haven’t attempted poetry since grade school. No talent whatsoever.
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Well, Teri, my muse doesn’t give me the opportunity to write poems often, but when I do, i usually hide it – so not that brave after all. This one’s been sitting forgotten in a file i didn’t know i still had. Thanks for the visit and have a nice day.
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It’s a wonderful poem, Jina! And I could so well relate . . . but I’m going to keep the faith that dreams, somehow, when we least expect, do come true in one form or another. Keep writing, Jina!!
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That’s true, Tyler – no faith, no dreams.
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Cute poem. I like rhyming and so often, poets skip that. Kudos to you for going the extra mile!
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Poems should always have a rhyme, Jacqui. Thanks for dropping by.
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Great poem, Jina. I understand these feelings quite well and like that you gave it a positive ending.
Some dreams are worth letting go, others to be fought for. New days, new dreams! 💜
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How can you tell which to let go?
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I don’t know. The ones that are impossible can often be modified. For example, I’ll never be an astronaut now but I could, maybe, someday (if I dedicated everything to it) work my way into NASA making it possible for someone else, visit the International Space Station after winning the lotto in 2022, or just look at the stars, imagining and reading stories of what could be happening out there.
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I love this. Its truth! 💕
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Thank you!
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This was wonderful, Jina! I enjoy poetry and thought this was very good. I’m not that great at poetry, but I write it sometimes anyway. lol
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Well, i don’t write poems often, but when i do, i don’t share it. This one was written sometime last summer.
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A great anthem for self-determination.
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Yes, in a way. Thanks.
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I followed the link and clicked on Heir of Ashes–hope it helps! 🙂
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Thank you!
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I wouldn’t say this is morbid. There’s hope, disappointment then determination and hope again. Just like life, the spirit lives on. Lovely writing.
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That’s true. Thanks!
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Very nice, Jina!
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Thanks!
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This is so good, Jina. Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you!
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Your poetry surely is not morbid. I enjoyed reading it, but I know very little about poetry. I get twinges of fear in my cerebral cortex just thinking about attempting it.
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Haha, this one just came to me one sunny day last summer. If i force myself, i’d probably get that twinge as well.
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Wow that is an excellent poem! Very well done
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Thank you!
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Your piece ends with a spring to me. Not dark at all.
I definitely identified with the middle part.
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Thanks!
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Lovely poem, Jina. Writing is certainly full of dreams and so often they are slow to come to fruition. I hope your dreams come true. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Wow! Jina, you might not write poetry often but when you do they strike home! A powerful reflection on the multi-faceted aspect of dreams … their hold over us, their nebulous nature. As you write:
‘I learned that dreams are complicated creatures, full of phases and masks askew.’
A beautiful reminder for us never to give up dreaming … may yours come true! xx
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Thank you, Annika!
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Good one.. Self determination is important..
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Thank you.
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I love the way you concluded this poem! Very well written 😊
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thank you!
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This is a great poem, Jina! I really like it.
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thanks!
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When dreams crash with reality- Beautiful thought and well written.
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thank you!
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welcome
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Lovely writing!
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thank you!!
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Oh, this wasn’t morbid at all! I really enjoyed reading it 🙂
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thank you!
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very well done. no matter how happy and positive we are, there is always a darkness that will find its way out. Beautiful writing. https://noelliesplace.com/2019/04/29/dreams/
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Thank you!
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Very good! Sometimes morbid isn’t a bad thing. It just means it’s in-depth and meaningful. I loved it.
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Thank you! I’m sorry for the late response, I just saw this.
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The trick is to keep our dreams, but also be realistic about whether or not they come true, I guess. But it sure isn’t easy, is it? Nice poem!
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Thanks, Ann!
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I can’t write poetry either. When I try it always comes out like, “There was a young woman named Alice, Who used a dynamite stick for a phallus…”
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And could never get her balance….. haha.
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…not quite. It’s considerably more risque.
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