It's a trance that's lasted months
It's a hope unto a dream
It's lost its new appearance
Yet it still shines with a gleam
The luster is long faded
The energy doesn't spur
A long chain of reactions
A humming, buzzing whir
Yet still the light, it's shining
Yet still, the brightness glows
Yet still, it draws me closer
Yet still, the wind will blow
It's enchanting, yet mysterious
There's nothing new to see
I'm puzzled, proud, and ponderous
I'm transfixed, yet I'm free
Nothing now can break me
Yet desire flames like fire
The water doesn't scare me
As the heat just rises, higher
It's a trance, with luster faded,
Enchanting, and inflaming,
Free but still intoxicated,
Of the heart I'm claiming
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8th Grade Poems, To and From
PoetryAnother collection of poems from 8th-grade minds! These poems conclude our personal struggles, ups and downs, and friendships (with one another and others) throughout this year. We hope you enjoy and find special meaning for yourself in these poe...
