Most Dreams are a Deception

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)



Most dreams are a deception,
but when I wake up next to you, I feel like I am still dreaming.

I feel your breath and I look at your face,
you're a dream laying right next to me.

You look at me and you stretch.

Every once in awhile, dreams do come true.

Promise me one thing,
let me believe in my dreams.
Even when you're not here with me,
stay with me when I sleep.




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Did I just charm your ass of right there? Hehe, I hope I did! Welcome to my series of translated lyrics. During these series I will take awful, famous and stupid songs who most of the Dutch people know, and translate them as I try to fancy them up a little bit so they look like superduper charming poems or just writing.

Original song by Marco Borsato - Dromen zijn Bedrog



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Beautiful poem....

Thank you auntie!

Good :), I want more!

More to come!

Bravo! Bravo!

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It's a famous dutch song I sing it to my girlfriend 😅

Ghahahahah, finally someone who got it!

😴😪 maar als ik wakker word dan droom ik nog

That's really cool thanks man for sharing thumbs up for this post waiting for next post keep it up ma :)

Thanks! I appreciate it

very good

Thanks man

This is so inspiring!

:D

Following to keep up with your future writings!

Thanks man!

beautiful poem) love it!

Thank you @elena2017!

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It was the hour when fairy fairies
Bring in their white hands
Rich necklaces, brilliant trophies
To the sad dwelling of humans;
It was the hour when, more amorous,
Whispering nonchalant words,
The languid odalisques
Flower of boredom on their white arms.

It was the hour when I lived in a dream
The angel with black eyes whom I love so much;
Intoxicated with so sweet a lie,
I called him, all throbbing,
But in vain did my voice implore him;
Despite my tearful accents,
I saw flight, like a meteor,
This charming ghost adored.
thank you so much , following you

Oh man, if you took the photo yourself this could have been the most amazing photo-poem ever. Maybe next one! I think something pretty cool could come out of this!!

Hahaha, I currently do not have the tools for amazing photography, but maybe in the future :)

good one!

Thanks!

Dreams are made to be believed in! We never know what will be reality and what will stay a dream!
Beautiful!

Dreams can eventually become reality. Just keep persuing them :D

ohmmm

Love this! Following for more!

Hi @sjennon, I loved writing and reading poetry. Dreams are part of our lives, and when our partner is with us, it seems like we are living in a dream. When you wake up, make sure that you put in the effort to chase your dream

Beautiful!!

Hahahaha thanks

I feel like I'm always changing my dreams...

Why's that?

  ·  7 years ago (edited)

When I find out that what I wanted isn't really that rewarding after all.

Ah. I know how that goes.. What was your dream initially?

Awesome post thanks for sharing

Thank you!

Nice Joint :0). I write poetry too. Its such a beautiful expressive art form.