Young Writers Society

NOTE: This is a very old poem. Perhaps, one of the first I ever wrote...

Our dreams are the things
That only we can see
Only in our minds,
Do they play ever so clearly.

Our dreams are the things
That just seem so far away,
We will think about them constantly,
In each our of each day.

Our dreams are the things
That are just so hard to explain,
But you just can't keep them to yourself,
Which makes everyone else complain.

Our dreams are the things
That we think about in the midnight hour,
We hold them closely to our hearts,
And that's because these dreams are ours.

Our dreams are the things,
We can only see it if we imagine
And even though they may not always come true,
We will love them forever, with an unspeakable passion.

Considering that it was an old poem, although I don't know what age you were when you wrote this, it was a pretty good poem. I think you can do way better now, because youre older, and I think you should go over and improve it.

It was very thorough and told a very deep message. The topic was just simple and clear and you built on what was true in your surroundings. I liked it, and really touched me. Very good.