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At Peace in Sleep |
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MrHat Junior Member
since 2000-04-15
Posts 34Gilroy, Ca |
AT PEACE IN SLEEP BY Brad Boggs Her Sweet head lay on her pillow Outside creeks a tree; a willow She dreams of things So beautiful So full of wonder That when she dreams She is at peace within her soul All tucked in her nice warm bed Where every night she rests her head She sleeps She wakes She sleeps again She sleeps She wakes She DREAMS again She dreams Of dancing flowers in a field Of an afternoon drive in an automobile With the top down And the wind in her hair Once again She is at peace, in sleep _______________________________________ Thanks for readin this. If you have AIM and want to AIM me, my screen name is: "Bradman182" |
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son of man Member
since 2000-04-25
Posts 125 |
very interesting poem. well written and simply stated, this poem is worthy of a high school literature book. perhaps i could try this style... good work |
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MrHat Junior Member
since 2000-04-15
Posts 34Gilroy, Ca |
Thanx. I wish it were done it time for the deadline of the art/lit magazine at my school. The deadline was a while ago though. Thanx for your comment. I appreciate it. "DO NO GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT" Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men and their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught the sun in flight, And learn too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -Dylan Thomas |
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Daysleeper Member
since 2000-04-23
Posts 119 |
Brad- Very nice poetry... It's got a wonderful flow to it; one that makes me invision breezes, blowing grass, or billowing curtains. I just love it. * * * She sleeps She wakes She sleeps again She sleeps She wakes She DREAMS again * * * This lilting feel is just gorgeous. It's also interesting that you have her waking before she dreams. Maybe you only put it as such in the interest of meter, but in any case I find it gives the poem a whole different level to explore. This is a great bit of poetry. It was a pleasure to read. ...Daysleeper... "Presently I've had enough of all your sanity." -James Kavanaugh |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Beautiful, this indeed possesses a light, drifting, peaceful quality. Keep up the wonderful work! *Krista Knutson* "Lonliness is the human condition." *Mark Twain, in the book "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn"* |
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4eva_at_heart Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 238 |
this is beautiful! i love it!! gorgeous being the keyword here  great work! i can't comment on this...it's just....blew me away if you haven't realised yet....i love it!  Bec  i never thought i'd die alone, i laughed the loudest who'd have known? i traced the cord back to the wall, no wonder it was never plugged in at all i took my time, i hurried up the choice was mine i didn't think enough I'm too depressed to go on, you'll be sorry when i'm gone I never conquered, rarely came 16 just held such better days Days when i still felt alive, we couldn't wait to get outside The world was wide, too late to try The tour was over i'd survived I couldn't wait till i got home, to pass the time in my room alone I never thought i'd die alone, another six months I'll be unknown Give all my things to my friends, you'll never set foot in my room again You'll close it off, board it up Remember the time i spilled the cup Of apple juice in the hall, please tell mum this is not her fault I never conquered, rarely came But tomorrow holds such better days Days when i can still feel alive, when i can't wait to get outside The world was wide, the time goes by The tour is over, i've survived I can't wait till i get home, to pass the time in my room alone 'Adam's Song' Blink 182 |
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MrHat Junior Member
since 2000-04-15
Posts 34Gilroy, Ca |
AS far as the dreams part after she wakes, it was meant to be in place of sleep. In any case, Thanks much! Im glad you like it! |
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