I reach to grasp, my hands pass through.
The words evade, they are but smoke.
Thought has escaped, it is far gone,
My witless mind can work no more.
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time doesnt stop, the world continue to change, but you can only be satisfied by a fantasy.. good or bad? we live life fearing death is why we continue to live. we live life seeking pleasure is what makes life worthwile to live in. if we were not to fear death and can create pleasure from a speck of imagination, no human will perish without a smile on their faces, but again no human would strive to stay alive
this is a well writ poem and deserves consideration. I would crave the ability of coming as close to the goal as this poem. Let me add that poetry to me is the round-about method of self realization. We attempt in our despair to write a world that isn't there. And when we write this world to be we find a world that's kind of me.
Wow! Awesome imagery. Very good stuff. Every line had a certain weight to it...very good.
behind the words you wrote there is a divine fanatsy of strong emotions...Appluse i give thou
I also think it is fantastic...most regualr people may not understand what your saying with this, but the poetry community does again GREAT JOB! ! ! :) also feel free to read anfd comment (good or bad) on any of my poems....look for poems by poets name and enter Helen Williamson thanks :)
its delightful you should turn it into a song i reckon it would be rad.
Wow what a fantastic write it reminds me of a poem I wrote long ago 'An Imaginary reality' U know I think I'll post it and it's all because of you. Thanks for that poem it showed great imagination and I can relate to it a lot. Usually I like rhyming poems but I can make this an exception. Thank you and remember. Spread Yourself! ! ! !
As fantasy takes brutal hold what a brilliant line that is.this is really good very poetic its a great write if i was you i would be very pleased with myself with this poem. the only thing personaly that am not to keen on is the title, no disrespect to you though.brilliant poem a 10 from me.
Reality impregnates fantasy.........only if you could imagine for one.......nice writes Anne.
the title says it perfectly...the lines have been blurred between fantasy and reality...nice work
You are shaking loose from the past which bound you and are learning to embrace the future.Carpe diem-enjoy the day and the mood.A ten from me.
Interesting! I see someone holding desperately onto a balance between what is believed to be real and one's delusion. It is the equivalent of leaving one's comfort zone for the first time to experience the 'reality' of Disneyland. Which 'world' is real? Both are paid a price to live in it! However, it is up to the individual to decide which provides a prolonged satisfaction for one's state of mind. An intriguing poem.
Interesting concept Anne, like Denis I'm a tad confused but I like it. Keep writing, Jerry
Anne, this is weird, but weird in a good sence. The narrative seems to be all over the place but the structure of the stanzas hold the whole thing together. It has a really good flow to it that is very melodic. Though I find the images strange they seem to make sense withing the whole poem. Honest, it stopped me in my tracks, and I really do like this. Keep writing weird!
You already carry the wisdom to set your generation on the right course through your poetry. I see a great poet emerging. Excellent verse! give you10! Best wishes Suzan Gumush
wonderful poem..a nice introspection write...10 Ency Bearis