These next few are poems I wrote quite a whild back, in darker days. I love how my writing ability seems to have grown and imporved. These, reading them now...well. Enjoy!
Over the rainbow was thought to be
a place where dreams came true,
Where flowers bloomed and bluebirds sang
and sky's where clear and blue,
But as she found, even beauty is
not all it seems to be,
The darkness reaches every where
like the vastness of a sea.
Dreams are just invented lies,
To cover up our doubt,
It makes us think that we have hope
And keeps us breathing in and out.
Just like the land that they called OZ
All things were just pretend,
And as we all must surely die,
Our dreams must surely end.
Copyright©Kathryn Walsh 2000 all rights reserved
Poetry by Kathryn Walsh
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 14:46
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Rainbow Fantasy
Rainbow FantasyOver the rainbow was thought to be
a place where dreams came true,
Where flowers bloomed and bluebirds sang
and sky's where clear and blue,
But as she found, even beauty is
not all it seems to be,
The darkness reaches every where
like the vastness of a sea.
Dreams are just invented lies,
To cover up our doubt,
It makes us think that we have hope
And keeps us breathing in and out.
Just like the land that they called OZ
All things were just pretend,
And as we all must surely die,
Our dreams must surely end.
Copyright©Kathryn Walsh 2000 all rights reserved
Poetry by Kathryn Walsh
Read 704 times
Written on 2006-08-06 at 14:46
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