Wouldn't It Be Nice

To Just Slip Away

To go somewhere no one has ever gone

Deep in the Amazon

Into space or dig way underground

Far into the ocean deep beneath the surface

To see creatures we have never seen before

To see the way life lives for animals, amphibians or the unknown

Only for a little while then like everything else

We have to return

To our life and continue where we left off

Well it was so nice to leave the world that we see

But it is even nicer to be back to the world that knows me

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To Be Ourselves


When we live life in with such passion

There are things we imagine

They are larger than the world that we know

That never stops us

It slows us down and holds us back

We try to bring both our dreams and reality under one roof

There are few people that can help

So we are on our own

Pressed for time we express our true feelings and nature

Giving all we have by writing using the words that we have been taught

Failure and problems line the way

Today is not just another day

It starts with one thought that we carry out

We follow through giving it new life

Seeing the light of day or sitting in the darkness all alone

Our life has grown

Sharing something that is so deep within our nature

We don't always know it's origin or it's intent

Never the less we investigate

Pulling at our emotions

Trying to make perfect sense

For some people there is a right and a wrong

For me there is a cloudy line

Where the unknown is either left by itself or challenged

Now it is far more than we have bargained for

Opening up a past we could not be aware of

Always searching for clues

Following leads that we hope will take us further

Only to realize we have been fooled again

We are back where we started and have done a complete circle

Little did we know

We will try again later

To see if another path will take us where we wanted to go

Have a little patience and keep all your hidden thoughts handy

Because it won't be long before I find what I am looking for

It is never what it seems

Always a different color or in a different place you would never expect

Life is not a closed box to open

It is so much more

More like a thousand pounds and you are given a small envelope

Go ahead you try and make it fit

You can squeeze and shake and pound

With little progress

You can try many times with the same result

After a hundred tries you give up

Then one day

Many years in the future

You have an odd thought

As you pick up this old envelope and take it in your hand

You begin to dream

What if this was no ordinary envelope

One so special and rare

That it had to be held delicately like fine china

Gently like a hot cooked home baked Blueberry muffin

Fresh out of the oven

When you rub it gently on the side

It begins to expand

It grows larger to any size

So all this time you thought there was no way to put a thousand pounds in one envelope

Impossible in the real world

Now you know different

In my world things like this happen every day

Was it practice that made you find a new way

Was it waiting and giving it a rest

Maybe a little of both that gave you the answer you always wanted

So this is how I write

A little at a time

Then sometimes all night

It can not be rushed

Hushed or forgotten

It helps me

Haunts me

When all is said and done

If it is a few hours or days later

These thoughts would of been disappeared if I waited

They are not easily left alone

In time they find a way to vanish

As our day to day life pushes them aside

Now I write them so I don't lose them

I publish them for two reasons

Who would spend hours on something and leave it unfinished

In time your energy and will power will be drained

There will be nothing to keep you going

No excitement to push to see

One interesting story

That will stay hidden in a notebook until it is ready

Truth is it is never ready

In my eyes there is always more

Then again in my mind there are so many things we can't do

At least at this time

Then one day it will all come together

Like bread and butter

They are meant for each other

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Lady Guinevere 2 years ago from West Virginia

This caught my eye on my news feed. I like the poem very much, But...and yes there is a but and it isn't my but,,,,you need to make it a whole lot longer. It need to be at least 600 words now and add some pictures a poll or a map or a table.


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DREAM ON 2 years ago Author

Lady Guindevere You bring up some very valid points. I will have to work on it. All my poems are on going. If I wait till I get 600 words plus and all the perfect pictures I will get overwhelmed and never get it published. So I will try to revise and improve on my poem to make better. Maybe I can group a few of my smaller poems together to reach the number of words required.Thank you for helping me with your suggestions and advice.Have a good night.


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Lady Guinevere 2 years ago from West Virginia

If you do not have all the requirements as stated on HP then they will unpublish it anyway. Like I said, these are not my rules.


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DREAM ON 2 years ago Author

Lady Guinevere I understand. I just wanted you to see why I publish my short poems. They are ready. I have always followed the rules and I will do everything I can to make my stories/poems I call them stoems better. I appreciate your help and I am always open to corrective criticism. Thank you for reading and I hope you will read more of my stoems.I look forward to many interesting conversations and future help.


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Nell Rose 2 years ago from England

Hi dream on, I loved your poem, and yes wouldn't it be nice?! I saw the comments above, I never knew this! wow! I shall have to go and check! voted up and shared, nell


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jhamann 2 years ago from Reno NV

This was incredible the poem moved smoothly between rhyme, such a great read. If you were to continue with your rhythm into a long poem, I would certainly read it. Jamie


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Shyron E Shenko 2 years ago

Hello Dream On, nice poems, I did not know that poems need 600 words. What about a haiku, which is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count. Often focusing on images from nature?

Voted up, Interesting and shared.


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DREAM ON 2 years ago Author

Nell Rose The 600 count may be for hubs. I am not sure it applies to poetry. Then again poetry will never pull the numbers other hubs do. I feel some poems even though short cover my message I want to share. I am just happy to have someone read them and leave a comment and their opinion. jhamann I go with my mood and when my mood changes I follow those thoughts. I can't control them if I try it is like trying to tell my cat what to do. They have a mind of their own.Shyron E Shenko I enjoy the sound of poems. They play like a song as the words slowly paint a picture and they flow beautifully right before my eyes. That is one reason I haven't put pictures with my poems I love when people think for themselves and create the dreams they want. I am thrilled at all the beautiful comments. Thank you everyone for reading and making my stoems poems/stories interesting and fun. Have a wonderful night.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Enjoyed your poem. The title reminded me of the Beach Boys song wouldn't it be nice....


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DREAM ON 2 years ago Author

Gypsy Rose Lee Sometimes we need a new look at the world around us. Bringing back all the energy and life into everything we do. Thank you for reading and commenting. It turned foggy here. Kind of mysterious and fun.

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