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UNBURIED

Dead dreams deserve a burial, But where do I bury them? My peeving heart-It is way too heavy, My disappointed eyes-they are weary, Cherished memories - I really haven’t any, Art isn’t my cup of tea. Nor can I write poetry Neither is my juggled mind ready. Dead dreams deserve a funeral. But how do I mourn them? Bleed my heart or tie a knot, Drink my tears or bawl eyes out, Crush memories or leave them to rot, pent up emotions or express my thought, wander my mind or get it to dot. Dead dreams are hauntingly ethereal, But where do they dwell? They linger in heartbeats, in thoughts left to swell Not lost, not vanished, but drifting in air—In echoes of poetry, in art laid bare.

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Date: 6/16/2025 4:54:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome 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.
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abdul Mannan
Date: 7/8/2025 6:26:00 PM
I am a little Tech challenged. Replying after almost a month. Thank you so much for your words.
Date: 6/14/2025 2:51:00 AM
I love this. Its raw, full of your emotions and you certainly know how to write poetry. Its beautiful and has inspired me in its sadness.
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abdul Mannan
Date: 7/8/2025 6:24:00 PM
Thank you Ryan. I am grateful it resonated with you.
Date: 6/13/2025 5:20:00 AM
Dreams don't ever die; they might just not come true
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