Daniel Turner Poet Italian Sonnet

When Fantasy Overcomes Reality

My heart is writing on a tear soaked page
Love is vicious and life is so unfair
Truth is, the more you love the more you care
You figure it out, your last act on stage
When love teases, the heart becomes enraged
Then strikes back for getting caught unprepared
Punishing you for being unaware
Leaving you lost and lonely in a maze
Sometimes dreams can be a dangerous thing
Fantasy overcomes reality
The heart starts to ache for what used to be
You feel sharp pain from love's poisonous sting
Once again you become a casualty
Find yourself asking the question, Why me?



  an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner

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Tom Quigley March 12, 2016 at 5:51 PM Push through it!! Excellent sonnet. Love reading your stuff. Daniel Turner March 12, 2016 at 6:02 PM Yeah, I'm cool. Just moving some boxes around. Trying to make more space. The sun came up this morning and the postman ran. Back to the grind. I appreciate you droppin in. Peace my friend:)

Kimberly Heller March 12, 2016 at 5:23 AM Live your days with an open heart and a watchful eye, Daniel. Things don't happen to us, but rather for us...so they say. You wrote with your heart. I loved it. Thanks for sharing Daniel Turner March 12, 2016 at 7:33 AM Thank you, Kimberly. Some days are dark and some days are light. Such is life. I appreciate your kindness and Peace my friend:)

Robert Heemstra March 12, 2016 at 3:06 AM Loved it! Nice write! Daniel Turner March 12, 2016 at 7:30 AM Thank you, Robert. It is after all just a poem. I appreciate you seeing it as that. Sometimes we just simply write poems and they do not necessarily reflect OUR life. Peace my friend. I appreciate you:)

Ilene Bauer March 11, 2016 at 8:14 PM sorry to hear that you're feeling sad, daniel, but you've expressed those thoughts very well here. i hope there are better days ahead... Daniel Turner March 12, 2016 at 7:25 AM Thank you, Irene. You're just to sweet. I am feeling better today. Peace to you young lady:)

Jeannie Cronin March 11, 2016 at 8:14 PM Sounds like your heart has reached a new low. If I could I would kidnap you and make you laugh so much you would spend the rest of your life writing about the pain of belly laughing! I am only one of many here who care about your wellbeing. Tomorrow will be a better day my friend. Daniel Turner March 12, 2016 at 7:27 AM Thank you dear Jeannie. Tomorrow is today and I am fine. I appreciate the thought of belly laughing, it made me chuckle. Peace my friend:)

Charlie Smith March 11, 2016 at 7:52 PM Tomorrow is a good day to be alive, friend Daniel. Get your paint brush ready for a new canvas. Well wishes, Charlie Daniel Turner March 12, 2016 at 7:22 AM Thank you, Charlie. I've just finished painting my magnum opus. Peace my friend:)

Casarah Nance March 11, 2016 at 6:12 PM Well said. life and love, subjects that leave a want and wonder inquiry. You are not alone. Daniel Turner March 11, 2016 at 6:23 PM Thank you, Casarah. When it's good it's wonderful. When it's not well you know. I appreciate your visit and your supporting comments. Peace young lady:

Lin Lane March 11, 2016 at 4:43 PM Dreams can be as dangerous as the heart is treacherous. My days of asking, 'why me,' are over. Take life in stride, be as good as God expects, and good things will happen...positive attitude. Daniel Turner March 11, 2016 at 4:59 PM Just get lonely sometimes, ya know. I'm a people person and I haven't taught Buddy how to talk yet. LOL Sure would be nice to spend an evening with you and have a nice human conversation. I am as good as God expects me to be, I hope! Peace dear Peaches:)

Tim Smith March 11, 2016 at 4:36 PM You have your finger on the pulse DT...have a great weekend Daniel Turner March 11, 2016 at 4:57 PM Yeah, it's a little erratic sometimes but I'm OK. Those damned jackals won't leave me alone. Guess I'll have to get out the old .22 and pop a few. LOL Peace my friend. C'ya in the funny papers:)