Dream Poem by Teens

I am a fifteen year old girl and all I really want is to become a successful writer. I know that in order to reach this goal, I've got to start now. So I wrote this poem to explain how much I want to be a writer and how much I'll put up with to get there. This is a dream I want, and I'm willing to work until I get it. I will often times sit on my bed and write short stories or poems, hoping that it will improve my way of writing to a successful level. I'll keep working to get to my dream!! =)

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© Delilah

July 2011

I Follow My Dreams

I get laughed at,
I get ignored,
I often feel trapped,
and keep my thoughts stored.
People can be cruel and very mean,
but no matter what,
I follow my dreams

Life has waves,
I know that.
But I stand brave,
and just take the crap.
I may feel exhausted and totally creamed,
but no matter what,
I follow my dreams.

I know what I want,
and I won't stop trying.
Quitting? I can't,
for now I'm flying.
It's impossible, it seems,
but no matter what,
I follow my dreams...

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  • by Stephanie Mcglohon
  • 4 months ago

I have to say within your words I found a quaint similarity. I was your age the first time I realized my passion for ink. Your words were very much quite the same as the first emotions I spilled from my pen as well... Keep that close as an outlet of sorts. Let your social silence be the canvassing for the art you will create with your pen and paper. I've come to realize that a well viewed and raw look at life offers the most real forms of written expression .. And please, you are a beautiful gift. Like a seed that flowers through the pavement, it's the ones others call "weird" that see life for the reality it contains. In my eyes your solitude is intelligence far beyond the level of the ones who find laughter. You are a special gift to this place we find our life and trust me when I tell you.. This time is just a blink in this universe thou it may be hard to face today, you might just find some of your greatest work to come from it. Follow your passion. You are a talented young lady. Good Luck -Stephanie, poetry/ songwriter and I'm doing quite well. As could you my new anonymous Friend.

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  • by Linka, New Zealand
  • 7 months ago

You are so inspirational and I think you will be a great writer someday!! I showed this poem to one of my good friends who suffers from depression and after he read it he said he felt better and would remember what you wrote forever. So thank you. Thanks to you my friend is now better. He doesn't cut anymore and now he is telling his friends who have depression. I think you are inspirational and would love to read some of your books if you ever publish any ( which you should ). Again thank you

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  • by James Carter, South Carolina
  • 2 years ago

When I was in middle school nobody would listen to me they would just ignored me. It felt like I was talking to myself, it felt like I was in a room all by myself.
People always laughed at me for no reasons just because I'm not smart like everybody else or the way I dress the way I talk or the way I do something. I'm tried of people laughing at me. I feel like I'm invisible and people just walk straight through me...

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