Dream Poem For English


September 11, 2009

Pd. 8


The Dream Of A Teen



I dream and its what I’ve wanted my whole life

It isn’t a phase, but it’s a dream full of strife

Its a long hard road

One written in my path and code

I need it I want it I feel it

With every teeny bit

Of my heart


But at some points I hang back

Because not everyone makes it and they won’t choose you if you lack

Even one tiny thing

And after an audition I wait to hear that phone ring

It’s something rare

Something that is made for people who dare

To dream


I want to be the girl everyone admires

The one that catches and spreads like a fire

The one up on the big screen

The one that doesn’t play it but she really isn’t mean

The one with that smile to die for

The one that if you hung out with her you would never be bored


My dream lets me be who I want to be

And isn’t that key in all dreams?

It lets me picture myself as I want to be seen

I see bright shining lights

Screamed questions answered with but a smile

Sealed lips are the ones with the best kept secrets


That isn’t all there is to it though

At some points, you’ll hit a low

Maybe no one cares what you have to say

And then it becomes a rainy day

But my work will never be done

There sometimes won’t be time for any fun

But I want it so bad

And like I said, this is more then just a fad


When I think of dreams

I think more then just all this talk of gossip in magazines

I smell the smell of popcorn, freshly buttered

I hear the murmurs and ruffling of the theater

I see old film, delicate, flimsy but holding strong memories

I think of home


It won’t be all flash

Sometimes my fire will turn to smoldering ash

But I won’t care

Because once I’m in Hollywood I plan to stay there

I’ll have those nights out with friends

Because our friendship is too deep to end

Just because of new-found fame

In this crazy thing called life thats like a game


But even if it won’t be all flash

I think I will love walking down the red carpet

A carpet I always smile when I think of

A true  red carpet- redder then blood even- underneath feet

Why does it hold so much to me?

Because I want to walk down it


I want to be seen

I want to be loved

I want to be an actress

And thats all 

I really dream.This was a poem I wrote a little while ago for English class. We had to write our 'Dream Poem' about what we wanted to be when we grew up. This was mine. It wasn't exactly my best, but I think it's alright.

TashiaGirl TashiaGirl
13-15, F
Feb 25, 2010