Sometimes

the poem shows a person that are not happy with what is happening in the world,and knows its impossible to save everyone, but sometimes we have to help because we make the world .

                                                                            “Sometimes”

 

Sometimes I hide in my dreams,

Where the houses are big castles,

My favourite dog is a white horse,

And my imaginary boyfriend is a prince.

 

  But when I get tired of my refuge,

  I look around and know that,

 The best dream I’ve ever had  is the reality I live,                                                 Is the people I know and is the guy that  I’ll love one day

               

Rather night or day falls,

I wish many things  could have been  fixed

The neighbor next door who doesn’t have food,

The classmate who doesn’t have a good health.

The teacher which can’t pay his bills,

We are surrounded by angle but our blindness block us.

 

                                                                                                  

  Sometimes I hide in my dreams ,

  Where the houses turn into castles,

  My favourite dog becomes a  white horse,

  And my imaginary boyfriend is a perfect prince.

 

                                                                                         Acucena G. 

Author's Note

Its the struggle that we face everyday, we try to ignore several things that surround us, but sometimes we just have to wake up and see that we make the world and its not the world that makes us.

Reviews

[Zoe Marie Ross]

Great poem, I think everyone see's the world differently and it is what you make it. Most of the world today is because of the interference of the Human race, but it is the opinions of overconfident people that can change a person, not the world. Well done!

[Acucena G.]

thank you Zoe Marie Ross, best wishes

[Zoe Marie Ross]

You're welcome :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to have and use your imagination. Real life can make us sad. I like the flow of thoughts in the poem. Dreams and wishes are good. If we are lucky. Maybe we can touch a few. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Acucena G.]

You are welcome my friend

[Chris]

A very real and personal moment... and I do understand.

[Acucena G.]

Thanks for reading , I appreciate

[KeeD]

This was so honest and sweet. Touching write that strikes the hope inside and makes one feel young and believe in dreams again.

[Acucena G.]

Thank ypu Keegan D'Souza

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Yes, we all hide within our dreams sometimes. As I grow older, I realize that living in a dream, or fantasy, can actually be harmful. You raise your ideals so high that nothing in reality can ever compare. So, enjoy your little jonts, but realize that life is not what you find in your dreams. Well done.

[Acucena G.]

Thank u girl friday .

[Riley Bray]

I loved this poem! Its got a sad ring to it, but also very hopeful. Nice!

[Acucena G.]

Thank you , glad you like it

[Jack...]

beautifully done, the imagination can be a wonderful friend.

[Acucena G.]

Thank you very much Jack, I am trying to make my imagination my best friend , lol

[Acucena G.]

Thank you zoe, best wishes