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Emery Feine Oct 2
I dream, I dream, I dream
I dream for a life much bigger than this
And for the hope of the Lady Wealth's kiss
To be known by both Mister and Miss
I dream for a life much bigger than this
I want a life with a forever lasting smile
A goal, a dream that'll be worth my while
Sailing across a sea of gold
Knowing there's no other way this can unfold
From now on I'll only be winning
Just you wait, this is just the beginning
I don't dream of love
I don't dream of health
I don't dream of fame
I don't dream of wealth
I won't cross paths with the black cat's hiss
Because I dream of a life much bigger than this
I've dreamt of a life much bigger than this
I'm dreaming of a life much bigger than this
This is my redemption, myself I will redeem
I dream, I dream, I dream
this is my 88th poem, written on 3/30/24
Emery Feine Sep 29
#57
Oh, I could drown in the air
Suffocate in the seas
I could float in the waterfall
Or fall in the breeze

Oh, I could freeze from the blazing sun
Burn from the coldness of a heart
I could stand on the whole universe
Or on each grain of sand's part

Oh, I could materialize anywhere
Or disappear for good
I've tried to do everything, normal or strange
But I could still never be understood.
this is my 57th poem, obviously, written on 11/27/23.
Emery Feine Sep 29
There are so many new events in my life
But I keep forgetting I can't tell them to you
I'd give anything to hear your comforting words one last time
Oh, if only things would be fixed, repaired to new
I would have so much to tell you.
this is my 53rd poem, written on 11/20/23
Emery Feine Sep 28
If it was a fallen branch, I'd burn it
If it was a wild beast, I'd hunt it
If it was a string, I'd cut it
If it was glass, I'd shatter it
If it was paper, I'd rip it apart
But I cannot do that, because it is my heart.
this is my 50th poem, written on 11/18/23. yay go me !!
Emery Feine Sep 28
For once I wish to be the stars, not the viewer.
For once I wish to be a goal, not the pursuer.
For once I wish to be the masterpiece, not the painter.
For once I wish to be the colors that age, never fainter.
For once I wish to be the ocean, not the one swimming in it.
For once I wish to be a nomad, rather than having to sit.
For once I wish to be knowledge itself, rather than having to learn it.
But the thing I wish most of all is the be the poem, rather than the poet.
this is my 49th poem, written on 11/18/23.
I just want to be loved
To not be criticized for everything I do
I want to be loved
For who I am
Tear away perfection
Take away my mask
I just want to be loved
No strings attached
No "you are so mature I wouldn't have you any other way"
I just want to be loved
To feel safe and protected
And not be someone else
I just want to be loved
Not live up to the standards that have been set
Not to feel always pressured to stay being loved
I just want to be loved
My heart throbbed with Love's expectations
As he pressed his lips to my ear;
Passion's voice eagerly whispered
Forbidden words I longed to hear

Each kiss evoked thrills beyond measure ---
How they left me gasping for air;
But, O, when his face rested on mine
And his fingers tangled my hair!

So warm was his breath and his sighing,
Like the embers of passion's fire;
Then a gentle stroke of his hand
Ignited the flames of desire

I smiled as he struggled to tell me
What his eyes so clearly revealed;
But no words had to be spoken --
The fate of our love had been sealed

So close was the blissful surrender,
I could feel the beats of his heart;
So close to ecstasy  . . .  and then,
Suddenly, it all fell apart!

The warbling of a bird awoke me,
Then my eyes caught the sun's first beam;
So close had I come to Heaven . . .
But it was no more than a  dream
Jeremy Betts Aug 13
I've been right here
Waiting
Wanting
Longing
Long past forever
Wondering
Wishing
Lusting
Allow me one day past never
To win you over for the rest of forever
Before you close the book on this chapter
And once again I have to find another happily ever after

©2024
Frank DeRose Apr 3
I toss my coin into the wishing well,
Watch it while it flutters down, away
Out of sight but not mind.

I sit beside the wishing well,
Wishing well on those who could use it most--
Wishing well on those still lingering near to my heart.

I watch as my wish wanders high,
Even while the coin sinks low.

Where wish and coin will land is anyone's guess,
Which I suppose must be the point of a wish, yes?

The hope of promises which you seek but are not promised,
The dream of the coin and the wish alike
Landing softly on the ears of a friend,
Bringing you both, thus,
Home again.

"Wish well,"
Echoes then.

Which well, I wonder,
Is best suited for wishing well?
Here, there, or anywhere...

Well--

Anyway,
I suppose it matters not--
It's the thought of a wish that does the work.
        And does it well.
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