DREAMSWhat dreams we have and how they fly
Like rosy clouds across the sky;
Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,
Of love that comes to cheer and bless;
And how they wither, how they fade,
The waning wealth, the jilting jade —
The fame that for a moment gleams,
Then flies forever, —dreams, ah —dreams!
O burning doubt and long regret
O tears with which our eyes are wet,
Heart-throbs, heart-aches, the glut of pain,
The somber cloud, the bitter rain,
You were not of those dreams — ah! well,
Your full fruition who can tell?
Wealth, fame, and love, ah! love that beams
Upon our souls, all dreams — ah! dreams.
WE WEAR THE MASK
We wear the mask that grins and lies,It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, --This debt we pay to human guile, With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be overwise,In counting all our tears and sighs?Nay, let them only see us, whileWe wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great christ, our criesTo thee from tortured souls arise.We sing, but oh the clay is vileBeneath our feet, and long the mile;But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask!
I honestly don't really know much about poetry but I do have one favorite poet, Paul Laurence Dunbar. Check out his poems, he certainly has an interesting style, and I'd recommend clicking the link above to find out more about him.