Byron Poem

To be entirely drawn in to something that is not real
Captivated by what you have created; this world you’ve made.
And how real is this feeling that you feel?
After all this is not real, but perhaps it’s still is a good temporary trade.

You explore your imaginary world.
It’s beautiful and colorful; It’s rather wonderful, in fact.
The sky above is filled with clouds so wispy and curled.
Suddenly, it feels all wrong. It’s gone all so abstract.

Drawn into reality. The truth of the matter.
Its reasoning you’ve been told can solves all the problems.
So slowly you let the rest of your world scatter.
Can’t we go back to the flowering autumns?

Imagining and feelings bring a unique joy to life.
To cease to do so would ruin us. Our minds betrayed.
You enter your world and it’s empty of strife.
After all this is not real, but perhaps it’s still a good temporary trade.

My poem is similar to Byron's because the similar rhyme scene. My poem is romantic because it covers the topic of imagination and feeling over reason. In the poem the the character chooses imagination and feelings.

Byron, Lord. “On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year.” British Literature. Ed. Ronald A. Horton. 2nd ed. Greenville, SC: BJU Press, 2003. 562-562. Print