My Meaningful Poem

When I was little, I always hated poetry. I didn’t see the beauty of it. I didn’t understand why they couldn’t just get to the point, why did they have to hide it in all these metaphors?? I hated reading them, because it took to much work to understand them.

Like I said I didn’t see the beauty of it…

But now, a little older, with still much maturing ahead of me, I find that poems let people say things, express their feelings, in a beautiful way, and I admire that.

Only one poem has touched me so much though. There have been many poems that I still remember word for word to this day. But only one that deserves to be my favorite poem.

“Dreams” by Langston Hughes

“Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.”

I can’t explain the way it affects me, but maybe that’s why it is so meaningful to me… because no words can describe how it makes me feel.

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