A Foggy Beach and Warm Sand

Based off a dream I had.

A child played with her mother,

in sudden rush to meet cold water.

The foggy sky and cold wind blew,

while I removed my new brown shoes.

My feet met the sand, chilly and white,

needles in my soles like a sharks bite.

The blood started to vaporize, 

no more words said; no poem memorized.

A beautiful ocean turned into a vast hurricane, 

was I the only one who was insane?

My eyes went black and so did the sun,

loud shouts sounding like a wailing gun.

No innocence from foggy days,

nothing like than a summers daze. 

Laughing to crying,

everyone was dying.

 

This beach was no beach,

instead yet another open breach.

Nothing was loving, sunny or happy,

everything was large amounts of crappy.

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Damn crazy dream. Do you know the meaning of your dream?

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Not yet! I haven't looked into it yet. My dreams are mostly crazy lol!

[A Teenage Girl]

I like this poem. It's interesting and abstract and takes on a new twist. It puts a new perspective upon something stereotyped to be happy and shows a different side of it. Nicely done. I'd love to hear more like this. (:

85/100

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you!

[Steven Cash]

Hmmm... interesting

90/100

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thanks!

[Steven Cash]

Np