Fred Mcilmoyle Poet Rhyme

Graveyard of Dreams

Drudge-soaked dawn sneers 
                      Down on grimy streets.
                      Smoke stacks belch out gloom
                      On scuffed, reluctant feet.
                      Brick-built boxes – Crammed rows
                      Of uniformity
                      Each day discharge
                      Their cargo of humanity.

                      Dreams – sucked dry !
                      Shrivelled blooms in barren air	
                      Poverty rules here
                      Chastising all who dare
                      To stretch for the sun 
                      Or clutch a rung on the ladder
                      Back to sanity

                      Yet still we strive
                      To keep hope’s spark alive 
                      To see our dreams
                      Reborn in children’s eyes – 
                      That human theme, 
                      Transcending trivial vanity.
                      Its loss undoubtedly
                      The ultimate profanity !

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Beata Agustin October 5, 2025 at 5:37 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 30, 2016 at 11:17 AM Fred, A great pleasure to find and read your pen today. Love ** SKAT **

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 18, 2012 at 5:37 AM Like it Fred direct as Charles says xx

Charles Jefferson February 2, 2012 at 5:07 AM Great write. =) Pretty straight foward, which isnt always a bad thing. Sometimes poetry doesnt have to have an extinsive deep meaning, beyond contrary belif.