Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 10-June 22:38:09 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 145913 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Small Town [time] => 2008-10-26 00:07:44 [hometext] => Remember growing up? Well yeah I remember them very well. Where dreams were made and talked about. [bodytext] => Here we go, living in this small town,
trying to escape the nail down.
The colors never seem to change
Like the leaves on the mountain range.
How did we ever know,
That we be stuck on life’s plateau?
Here we go again,
by the tracks watching another passing train.
Tonight the great debate,
Is what lies beyond the road of fate?
No one wants to be left behind,
Everyone laughs with an unconscious mind..
Passing another sip,
Tossing it like a poker chip.
Betting on our lives,
Holding on to our dreams, until it arrives.
This small town looks even smaller tonight,
High on life, so dim in the visible light.
Here we go again,
Heading down the hill like water down a drain.
Next weekend It will be the same dream,
About life’s color scheme.
Just another small town,
Locked down and weighed down.
[comments] => 4 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Recyclebin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Small Town

Contributed by Recyclebin on Sunday, 26th October 2008 @ 12:07:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Here we go, living in this small town,
trying to escape the nail down.
The colors never seem to change
Like the leaves on the mountain range.
How did we ever know,
That we be stuck on life’s plateau?
Here we go again,
by the tracks watching another passing train.
Tonight the great debate,
Is what lies beyond the road of fate?
No one wants to be left behind,
Everyone laughs with an unconscious mind..
Passing another sip,
Tossing it like a poker chip.
Betting on our lives,
Holding on to our dreams, until it arrives.
This small town looks even smaller tonight,
High on life, so dim in the visible light.
Here we go again,
Heading down the hill like water down a drain.
Next weekend It will be the same dream,
About life’s color scheme.
Just another small town,
Locked down and weighed down.




Copyright © Recyclebin ... [ 2008-10-26 00:07:44]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Small Town (User Rating: 1 )
by zenith66 on Sunday, 26th October 2008 @ 12:23:36 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
i think, at one point. we have all felt this, your words are certaintly honest ones, you have alot of nice images thorughout, " tossing it like a poker chiip" i liked that, sometimes we all just want to escape, but dont be so quick to want to leave what you know, oh well, nice peice here i enjoyed it!!

keep it up!!


Re: Small Town (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Sunday, 26th October 2008 @ 10:51:39 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Growing up was such fun for us... It is a pity kids nowadays don't have similar experiences.... You have written of this so candidly... Thank you for sharing it with us..
Miss Jenni :>)


Re: Small Town (User Rating: 1 )
by karoody on Sunday, 26th October 2008 @ 09:17:02 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
I adadored this write from you! I remember those days very well. You have paid a good tribute to those yesteryears....
Thank you
Love smiles blessings to you and yours
Kara


Re: Small Town (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 27th October 2008 @ 12:42:59 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
You made me smile, this brings back memories.
The train tracks and the dreaming of going..
Funny isn't it we wanted to leave now we want to return to those dreamy days.......

Hugs
Michelle




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com