"wanderland" poems - Hello Poetry

Stuck in my daydream Always want to scream Sip my magic wand Evades from Sadland From my window I stand Lose control, let my hand Influence my heart and mind For I am deaf and blind Always a sweet escape From sadness and anger Light up my stick Heat surround me Black and White Heartbeats and rhythms Melodies and smiles Life and Death Magic wands make me feel at leisure Take me to Wanderland And lead me to my band For you are my guilty pleasure

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May 25, 2014

May 25, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC

micaiah

Magic Wand

Stuck in my daydream Always want to scream Sip my magic wand Evades from Sadland From my window I stand Lose control, let my hand Influence my heart and mind For I am deaf and blind Always a sweet escape From sadness and anger Light up my stick Heat surround me Black and White Heartbeats and rhythms Melodies and smiles Life and Death Magic wands make me feel at leisure Take me to Wanderland And lead me to my band For you are my guilty pleasure

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*she stares on an empty sky, all birds sailing to the other side. she gazed at this one tree, broken twigs and no more leaves. Her feet's taking her, maybe to the wilds? or somewhere she can go away and hide. The ***** footsteps made her this far on a blanket of white snow, the song of northern mockingbird filled the space enormous silver birches turned to ice she wondered how solitude could be this sublime*

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC

adelethewriter

Wanderland

*she stares on an empty sky, all birds sailing to the other side. she gazed at this one tree, broken twigs and no more leaves. Her feet's taking her, maybe to the wilds? or somewhere she can go away and hide. The ***** footsteps made her this far on a blanket of white snow, the song of northern mockingbird filled the space enormous silver birches turned to ice she wondered how solitude could be this sublime*

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numb to feeling breathing slowly dreaming vividly lost in paradise high on novacane lost in wanderland watching the colors collide feeling a different kind of high

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC

flowerxchild

•kaleidoscope dream•

numb to feeling breathing slowly dreaming vividly lost in paradise high on novacane lost in wanderland watching the colors collide feeling a different kind of high

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my blood ran cold i cannot be so bold i don’t know what to do. i turned red with envy and green with greed. why can’t you just read my mind? the world doesn’t spin that way my mind doesn’t twist that way maybe only in the wanderland our fingers won’t tangle that way my body won’t work that way maybe only in the wanderland i don’t know the sea i don’t know how to be free i don’t know how to find my voice. my heart turned blue my fingertips are violet and violent, why won’t you notice. i want to feel that way you can’t shield me that way maybe only in the wanderland hell froze over i cannot find cover i don’t know where to go. my life turned grey the sun turned black why can no one else see?

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC

winter-robin

hiding in the wanderland

my blood ran cold i cannot be so bold i don’t know what to do. i turned red with envy and green with greed. why can’t you just read my mind? the world doesn’t spin that way my mind doesn’t twist that way maybe only in the wanderland our fingers won’t tangle that way my body won’t work that way maybe only in the wanderland i don’t know the sea i don’t know how to be free i don’t know how to find my voice. my heart turned blue my fingertips are violet and violent, why won’t you notice. i want to feel that way you can’t shield me that way maybe only in the wanderland hell froze over i cannot find cover i don’t know where to go. my life turned grey the sun turned black why can no one else see?

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Through winters I wonder, boots laced up high, containing each step as I follow your footprints home

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Apr 19, 2014

Apr 19, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC

emmaelisabethwood

Winter Wanderland

Through winters I wonder, boots laced up high, containing each step as I follow your footprints home

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Winter falls, casting a white lace undergarment of frost on the morning ground. Time of death, dormancy, dependence. What am I to give up in this season, Ready for the rebirth that is to come again?

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May 24, 2024

May 24, 2024 at 6:01 PM UTC

bekahalle

Wonderland Wanderland*

Winter falls, casting a white lace undergarment of frost on the morning ground. Time of death, dormancy, dependence. What am I to give up in this season, Ready for the rebirth that is to come again?

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