The On-line Poetry Book
On-line Poetry Book (cont)
Note: All poems on this page are written by Lauren Peterson; Permission for use required

The Traveler
A light; the sun.
It blinds the weary man on his trek.
He walks; he traverses.
Across the fertile land and rivers
Darkness; the night.
Embraces the man during the dream.
The dream; his dream.
Enlightens the vision, sparks the motive.
Mountain; hardship.
He struggles to continue there.
Waters; comfort.
Brings him to the end of the road.
DreamWorld
There’s a special place we visit each night;
A place that is truly happy and bright.
Where anything can happen in the blink of an eye;
A place where the limit is about sky high!
You can be anything you wish
You can even become a fish!
You can pick a peck of pickled peppers,
You can leap along with a pack of leopards.
Or perhaps you’d rather fly along
With a flock of birds and sing their song.
You can live with your dolls in their own little house
And become the size of a common mouse.
You can even make a sky dive
Into your favorite fruit-filled pie.
So when you go to sleep tonight, be sure to think good things
Because that way when you sleep, you will have happy dreams!
The Symphony of My Life
The drumming of my heart;
It grants life to my soul
Dancing to the hypnotic rhythm.
The legato state of my emotions;
I fly on this love,
Semper fidelis. (1)
The crescendo of my passion;
Ever growing and intensified
By the success of today and its past.
The pizzicato of my voice;
My lips are permitted to rejoice
For the music of everyday.
The phrasing of my words;
It cannot convey truly
The symphony of my life.
(1)- Latin: Always faithful
Shattered Mirror
The broken pieces of what once was
Reflect back the illusion I once lived.
The clear, united picture
Of dreams and goals to reach
Now is broken and scattered
Upon the unforgiving floor.
As the mirror is broken,
Shock first rings in the mind,
And after witnessing the event,
Mourning commences, then rage.
We question “Why am I punished so
For this love I have, so strong and bold?”
Truth or reality doesn’t always care
About dreams, passions, or images.
So when our mirrors are broken
We realize the state of our illusion.
Disappointment and grief to make us stronger
Will remain in the form of a shattered mirror.
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