Below is the poem entitled The Conceit of Poetry which was written by poet
Jerden. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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What is a dream if not reality's conceit
What is reality if not a shadowy deceit?
The circle of reality was unsealed when we were born
But dream-time filled our lives from night to early morn
The circle got ever wider in our youthful days of yore
With unbounded dreams of glory on some far distant shore
But then the circle tightens when our days near to a close
Dreams replace ambitions as one's mortal body slows
So we shall write our dreams in poetry hence when we disappear
We'll leave our mark in some small way to show that we were here
And in some far off time we dream someone will read our verse
And a dream that was a part of us will shake the universe