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Feb 05, 2012

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Birth of a dream,
Creation of imagination,
Humanity in calm unity,
Progress of a man and his dream,
And the whole wide world to live free,

Islands forged by great nations,
And it all began on the foundation of an idea,
A plan,
A thought,
A dream,

Poets go to line the streets,
To take a mental picture of the scene,
And to put it all in words,
To put it all in actions,
To put it in peoples imagination,

So let us follow our own creativity,
Let us go our own way into reality,
Grant the freedom to think individually,
Give us the right,
To live,
To dream.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: I try not to give some of my poems a main theme or focus; I want to invoke ideas and images inside the readers mind so that whenever someone reads my work, their view of it will be genuine and individual. This may sound strange, risky, or unique but it's the way I write and the way I share emotion. This poem was just the greatest moment of serendipity i had so far. I tried to capture how far we as people have gone and how much farther we are going. But there is much more to it, so please don't try to find errors or critique while you read. Just open yourself to the poem and feel the emotion and the scene.

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Country/Region: California

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Comments

Ian.T

Ian.T

13 years 2 months ago

It is the bread and butter of our minds, to seek out all aspects of life, and as an artist uses all sorts of mediums to paint pictures of our world inside and out.
We need to use our words, they are there to find and to look up, then let them dance into the minds of the readers out there, to change or just to bolster the feelings of a stranger, we reach out always,
Yours Ian.T

washing tears

well written. i feel that without the final words, one would allow the image/idea of this piece develop naturally. poetry has a way with creation, its all original emotion and each read, whether the first or the 33rd, is a new genuine read. while a picture can be worth a thousand words, imagine what 21 lines worth of poetry could pull from some one....