Dreams, that show glimpses,
of the future.
Not sight.
Feeling.
How do I explain it?
Does it make me sound crazy,
to think that I feel the future?
Or are they just lies?
But they’ve been right before.
Maybe it’s my subconscious,
and maybe it’s just really on point.
But I cannot be that good.
Too many things, that have come.
Good and bad, happy, sad,
I’ve felt it many times in dreams.
Some are just that, but others,
I don’t know. Where oh where,
do the visions come from?
It’s an answer I don’t have,
but I hope for everyone,
that they keep coming true,
cause now many are good,
for so many people.
And if they are real,
that means there is more.
Oh the dreams in me,
thank you so much,
for helping me see.
Poetry
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Oh my goodness, someone has finally had the courage to try and explain what strong intuiton feels like without sounding strange, and it was excellent. I love your descriptions when trying to pinpoint something this abstract: “Dreams that show glimpses of the future. Not sight. Feeling.” This line captures the frustration of not knowing why you feel this way, you just do. Thinking they’re “just lies” until you find out the gut feeling was accurate. What I enjoyed most in this poem is the speaker expressing thanks to the dreams for helping them see. Almost as though intuition is a secret gift. Really interesting, well-written piece!
Thank you very much for your comments on my poem. I am really glad that you liked it! 🙂