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Teaching the Importance of Dreams and Aspirations: The Legacy Project's Life Dreams
Oh, to dream How boring and even benign would life be without the ability to dream and ability of foreseeability. Oh, how inspiring are aspirations… The future is unbeknown and man caught in an eternal present plans in a furtive event for the future when the future never happens as we live in an eternal now, inescapblebound to this existence, sharing a bond with the past, yet how noble planning regardless for the future, aspiring to greater heights in defiance and ostensible ignorance of the ever turning wheel of fortune. Oh, how awe inspiring are inspirations… Inpiration, much like many other things is momentary though complementary to complimenting earth, nature and our very existence on this interlinked planet. Share this poem:. Autoplay next video. Hercolena Oliver.
An open book. Read me out loud,. Or dare not to look. Of who I am,. And I stand strong,. For what I believe in.
Life is filled with Dreams, Dreams which give our life meaning and inspire us to change. We dream about change and improvement, we set goals, seemingly impossible goals, goals which challenge us, and we dream about the future, when we will reach our goals, when our lives will change for the better. Without our dreams, Life and humanity would be hopelessly dull. Sometimes at night I get up from my bed. I go outside and I lay down my head. On these cool fall nights, I lay in peace.
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What are the best poems about dreams? But we hope you enjoy the poems we have included here. What if you were dreaming about someone, only to be woken up by the very person you had been dreaming about? Not only that, but these are talking insects: the emmet confides that she has lost her children, and the bright glow-worm offers to light the way for her through the night, so she can recover them. How can we separate reality from illusion? A wonderful short poem about the perfect society — if only, if only…. If only she could dream all the time, then things would be all right!
Music, with the tears in it, Through my soul is ringing, Moods like bodies flame and flit Through the spirit's singing; Dream-birds half-articulate, Which no charms can capture, Come by twos and nest and mate In a moment's rapture. Now I seem to be upborne On a starry pinion Where the poet's hope forlorn Has divine dominion — Where he sees the clouds of earth Gather light and cluster, As babes on the dawn of Birth Watch the visions muster! All that thought and feeling share In a soul's possession To my singing seems to bear A divine confession; As within my dreaming brain Lips of inspiration Breathe the beauty gone again On a new creation. An Aspiration. Poem by Robert Crawford - Poem Hunter.