The Dreamers Memory

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is a personal feeling or view on life.




I walk along as in a dream,

A dream of forgotten memories,

Memories that drift as if floating along a stream,

The stream of life,

As it ebbs and flows.



I am but a twig being swept along by life’s currents,

As they carry me through times of things forgotten,

Happiness is but a cloud floating,

But out of reach,

The reach of the dreamer,

Who knows not life or love?


Submitted: April 08, 2012

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Very well expressed,by one dreamer to another.

Sun, May 13th, 2012 9:21pm


I knew I wasn't the only one. Sure it's good to dream.

Mon, May 14th, 2012 1:57pm


I can relate fully with this poem love it!

Mon, May 14th, 2012 10:12pm


Good poem-you can create such imagery :)

Wed, May 16th, 2012 8:41pm


Great imagery in this I love it!! especially the first line of the second half, 'I am but a twig being swept along by life's currents' Brilliant!! powerful image there .... wonderful :') xxxx

Wed, September 19th, 2012 12:14pm


Thanks I am glad you liked it.

Wed, October 10th, 2012 2:19pm

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