Wishing Poems
Dandelion
by William Jones
On this dandelion I make request
That brave sorrow may be laid to rest.
Desperate pleas from so frail a lung,
Begging for all that ever died so young.
But these seeds—they are not driven
To the blue house of prayers that we call Heaven.
In the ground my wish finds death,
So to another I give my breath.
I wish to meet but one soul
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IW
by Hannah Woerner
I wish I could cry and my tears would take me with them.
I want to melt into the floor, the walls, and just not exist.
I want the pain to escape and never come back, even if I have to go with it.
I wish I could just breathe.
I want to feel safe, a professor, he's a nice guy, I’m a freak.
I want to not feel this way, to not be scared of my own shadow
I wish I wasn’t the girl everyone knows not to touch
I want to be loved and love in return
......
Dream in me
by Femme Mcbridge
Sun, loafing on the sky,
Clouds gazing at the angelic meadows,
Dew drops all set to be soaked,
Birds tweeting and chirping to sing the morning glory,
Kindled my heart to set off the dream in me,
To set my mind to banter with my voice.
The voice of my pen whispered,
Beckoning me to travel beyond,
"Time traveling is that easy ? " I queered,
" Sluggish time holds no hand,
......
Dream in me
by Femme Mcbridge
Sun, loafing on the sky,
Clouds gazing at the angelic meadows,
Dew drops all set to be soaked,
Birds tweeting and chirping to sing the morning glory,
Kindled my heart to set off the dream in me,
To set my mind to banter with my voice.
The voice of my pen whispered,
Beckoning me to travel beyond,
"Time traveling is that easy ? " I queered,
" Sluggish time holds no hand,
......
IW
by Hannah Woerner
I wish I could cry and my tears would take me with them.
I want to melt into the floor, the walls, and just not exist.
I want the pain to escape and never come back, even if I have to go with it.
I wish I could just breathe.
I want to feel safe, a professor, he's a nice guy, I’m a freak.
I want to not feel this way, to not be scared of my own shadow
I wish I wasn’t the girl everyone knows not to touch
I want to be loved and love in return
......
Dandelion
by William Jones
On this dandelion I make request
That brave sorrow may be laid to rest.
Desperate pleas from so frail a lung,
Begging for all that ever died so young.
But these seeds—they are not driven
To the blue house of prayers that we call Heaven.
In the ground my wish finds death,
So to another I give my breath.
I wish to meet but one soul
......
