Below is the poem entitled My Hoped For Hallowed Eve of Bliss which was written by poet
Dietrich. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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There’s not one Halloween I count as dear
although I loved those childhood times. If I
think back to long ago and then go by
the feelings they evoked in me, then it is clear. . .
One “Hallowed Eve” is an example of
my yearning for those boys I fantasized
about and all the ways that I devised
to meet them! How I suffered angst for puppy love!
His name was Ricky Adams. Like some dope,
I’d stare at him in class and wish he’d see
that he and I were simply meant to be.
Then came my chance one day. A best friend gave me hope!
This best friend, Sheila, knew about my crush
on Ricky. To the same church they both went.
She asked me to a Halloween event
her church would hold. To think of it, I felt a rush. . .
For surely Ricky would be there. I dressed
in something pretty. Oh, this had to be
the night that cutie pie would notice me
at last. This had to be the night that I’d be blessed!
I had great fun with each and every game,
a haunted house, great chili that we ate.
I wondered how much longer I must wait.
But then my hope dissolved when Ricky never came.
Alas, so many times it came to this:
My dreams of love would sadly come to naught,
but I’d keep on, and so my youth was fraught
with dreams dashed, like my hoped for Hallowed Eve of bliss.
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