Poems about Dreams
#dreams
Poetry about dreams, thoughts and aspirations, whether it's during sleep or waking hours. Here you'll find poems depicting dreams about ambitions, fantasies and treasured memories.
Joshuaberry
Lions_den7
Lions_den7
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:36am
Yesterday 6:36am
Couch
Good things crop up when you slam the fuck up,
Permitting actions to stock the heart's cup:
Words are parched skeletons, actions are puff.
19:01:16:18:46
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form.
Permitting actions to stock the heart's cup:
Words are parched skeletons, actions are puff.
19:01:16:18:46
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form.
#strength
#dreams
#uplifting
#MovingOn
#wisdom
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CyprianVanDyke
Poem Published
21st Jan 2019 5:34pm
21st Jan 2019 5:34pm
Keep Me Dreaming
Don’t tell me a story,
Tell me a dream.
No paper, no pen.
Just let your tongue
Write upon your lips.
Day-dreaming at night
Like the sun thru moonlight.
No “once upon a time.”
No “in a land far far away.”
Just get into it, like
The beginning happened already.
I can’t wait. Take me away.
To a place that rains wine,
Where red roses are cups,
And are filled in these times.
Ready to be plucked from the ground.
Smelled, swirled by the hand
Ready to kiss the lip of a rose
And enjoy the intoxicating experience. ...
Tell me a dream.
No paper, no pen.
Just let your tongue
Write upon your lips.
Day-dreaming at night
Like the sun thru moonlight.
No “once upon a time.”
No “in a land far far away.”
Just get into it, like
The beginning happened already.
I can’t wait. Take me away.
To a place that rains wine,
Where red roses are cups,
And are filled in these times.
Ready to be plucked from the ground.
Smelled, swirled by the hand
Ready to kiss the lip of a rose
And enjoy the intoxicating experience. ...
#dreams
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3 Comments
BlissInMadness
Blisxs
Blisxs
Poem Published
21st Jan 2019 8:18am
21st Jan 2019 8:18am
Morbid peace
Perhaps it's just my thoughts that poison me.
Is it possible to shut them off.. if only without morbid death it could be so easy
Is it normal to feel so pointless yet tenaciously search for reason.
How I've lost for this
How many I've left for this
How far I would go for this
Chasing thoughts of perhaps others
Not thoughts of my own?
Alas even whith this thought being my own I cannot follow it for it would be gravely too late.
The soars that burn as I think of the past
Perhaps a laps of memory could find a cure.
One day it will...
Is it possible to shut them off.. if only without morbid death it could be so easy
Is it normal to feel so pointless yet tenaciously search for reason.
How I've lost for this
How many I've left for this
How far I would go for this
Chasing thoughts of perhaps others
Not thoughts of my own?
Alas even whith this thought being my own I cannot follow it for it would be gravely too late.
The soars that burn as I think of the past
Perhaps a laps of memory could find a cure.
One day it will...
#depression
#dark
#dreams
#death
#sleep
18 reads
2 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 10:19pm
20th Jan 2019 10:19pm
Night (My City)
Night mysteries,
Seedy alleyways, and moral abnormalities.
Injustices committed under the cover of dark.
Made known by neon lights, the shadows dark.
Hush and listen, hark!
The heartbeat of my city,
It calls out to me.
My footsteps step, step, step in time,
To the city's rhythm sublime.
Though dangerous, it's mystery brings me comfort.
Alone in the city's night, I cavort,
I need nor seek no escort, or consort,
I have my own transport,
And my own cohort.
I am taken first and foremost by my city,
And by the love of my...
Seedy alleyways, and moral abnormalities.
Injustices committed under the cover of dark.
Made known by neon lights, the shadows dark.
Hush and listen, hark!
The heartbeat of my city,
It calls out to me.
My footsteps step, step, step in time,
To the city's rhythm sublime.
Though dangerous, it's mystery brings me comfort.
Alone in the city's night, I cavort,
I need nor seek no escort, or consort,
I have my own transport,
And my own cohort.
I am taken first and foremost by my city,
And by the love of my...
#happiness
#dreams
#city
#night
#shadows
14 reads
1 Comment
SakuraSlowly
Wichelen
Wichelen
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 3:07pm
20th Jan 2019 3:07pm
Bad Dream
Ill be your actress in your bad dream, ill take down all those demons you dont want to meet, you just got to tell me now... you just got to show me how..in this bad dream this bad dream. Ill tell you one thing that i see a person screaming out shouting about! How dose it make you feel!? , soo high so high so high...! Cant you feel it now? Cant you just dream it away... this pain, this feeling, this remorse, this dreaming, cant it just all go away?! There a voice in your head that just dont want to admit it a silent critic..as you scream it out your begging for forgiveness crying for it to...
#depression
#dreams
#hurt
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1 Comment
MantriMarku
Mantri Marku
Mantri Marku
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 3:17am
20th Jan 2019 3:17am
LIFE, HANDLE WITH CARE
LIFE, HANDLE WITH CARE
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Life has twists and turns
Life has U-Turns and Z-Turns
It’s a zig-zag life
Life, is no guarantee life ǁ
We born weeping
We cry and cry to grow in life
We become old without any strategy
We leave this world unhesitatingly ǁ
One should not die due to diseases
Death may be sure to snatch our life
God is great to safeguard us
No worry to die for unknown reasons ǁ
Life is not all to walk on red carpet ...
Copy Right Protected Song
Best for Movies/TV/Radio
Life has twists and turns
Life has U-Turns and Z-Turns
It’s a zig-zag life
Life, is no guarantee life ǁ
We born weeping
We cry and cry to grow in life
We become old without any strategy
We leave this world unhesitatingly ǁ
One should not die due to diseases
Death may be sure to snatch our life
God is great to safeguard us
No worry to die for unknown reasons ǁ
Life is not all to walk on red carpet ...
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle #nightmares
#LifeCycle #nightmares
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shannonJane
Poem Published
19th Jan 2019 1:53am
19th Jan 2019 1:53am
I still have room to grow.
Realising how much you mentally tortured me is a curse I can't take, you was my best friend, my husband, my everything.
I risked it all for you and every time you made me feel small, how you wove your Web deep into my battle scars.
Acted like a saviour but really digging spikes so far in my eyes became glaciers.
You would mock how and admire how girl wore makeup, then moan if I wore it, then moan I didn't make effort for you, then when I did you smudged my face laughing.
You tore me down in was I couldn't even see, shouting at me where to get dressed blaming in it on old...
I risked it all for you and every time you made me feel small, how you wove your Web deep into my battle scars.
Acted like a saviour but really digging spikes so far in my eyes became glaciers.
You would mock how and admire how girl wore makeup, then moan if I wore it, then moan I didn't make effort for you, then when I did you smudged my face laughing.
You tore me down in was I couldn't even see, shouting at me where to get dressed blaming in it on old...
#dark
#dreams
#scary
#monsters
#nightmares
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TheRenaissance
Poem Published
19th Jan 2019 1:51am
19th Jan 2019 1:51am
A Piece Of Broken Tale
On this ocean floor
lies a broken piece of a fairy's tale
sculptured in timeless glass
clutched close to heart
a childhood
spent in hobbies of carving destiny
at heaven's doors
turned into black ashes of diamond
still burning often
untouchable, unreachable
sparks of glorious colours fly
never reveal the real tale
this story is made of
so she thinks
a cold veil wrapped over her heart
in blustery wind of flurry rain
might prevent the storm
from reaching...
lies a broken piece of a fairy's tale
sculptured in timeless glass
clutched close to heart
a childhood
spent in hobbies of carving destiny
at heaven's doors
turned into black ashes of diamond
still burning often
untouchable, unreachable
sparks of glorious colours fly
never reveal the real tale
this story is made of
so she thinks
a cold veil wrapped over her heart
in blustery wind of flurry rain
might prevent the storm
from reaching...
#love
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
36 reads
6 Comments
Hunterapsych
H.R
H.R
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 11:20pm
18th Jan 2019 11:20pm
I dreamed
I was dreaming when I was born
I was dreaming when I was born.
I was dreaming when I was young
I was dreaming when I was young.
I dreamed myself into the world
I dreamed myself into the world.
Is it weird to feel so whirled?
I dreamed myself into the world.
I stayed dreaming as I grew old
I stayed dreaming as I grew old.
Is it strange to feel so cold?
I dreamed myself into the Ether
I dreamed myself into the Ether.
Is it strange to feel much weaker?
I dreamed myself into the Ether.
...
I was dreaming when I was born.
I was dreaming when I was young
I was dreaming when I was young.
I dreamed myself into the world
I dreamed myself into the world.
Is it weird to feel so whirled?
I dreamed myself into the world.
I stayed dreaming as I grew old
I stayed dreaming as I grew old.
Is it strange to feel so cold?
I dreamed myself into the Ether
I dreamed myself into the Ether.
Is it strange to feel much weaker?
I dreamed myself into the Ether.
...
#dreams
#spiritual
#marijuana #philosophical
#marijuana #philosophical
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6 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 7:53am
18th Jan 2019 7:53am
Freedom
If you press into your soul, you can feel all of your trapped memories and once forgotten dreams.
They are there.
Buried beneath your walls.
But they are also, constantly searching for a pathway that will eventually lead them to find freedom from your prison.
Being tucked away and hidden somewhere beneath your skin, doesn’t diminish their worth and if, they can finally be released from the shackles of your fears, you will have the opportunity to embrace the chance to fully live.
Even if it is just for a moment.
Only then, will you understand, that you can do...
They are there.
Buried beneath your walls.
But they are also, constantly searching for a pathway that will eventually lead them to find freedom from your prison.
Being tucked away and hidden somewhere beneath your skin, doesn’t diminish their worth and if, they can finally be released from the shackles of your fears, you will have the opportunity to embrace the chance to fully live.
Even if it is just for a moment.
Only then, will you understand, that you can do...
#happiness
#dreams
#motivational #freedom
#motivational #freedom
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JusTim_
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 3:30pm
17th Jan 2019 3:30pm
Turning Of Tables
Turning of tables
what's a life supposed to do
me deeply ingrained
reflecting a part of you
chance for change
a monumental rearrange
moments met as we pass
perpetual motion meant to last
breaths lay at the foot of fantasy
wonders, what would like it to be
eagerly entering euphoria
sighs smiles simultaneously
what's a life supposed to do
me deeply ingrained
reflecting a part of you
chance for change
a monumental rearrange
moments met as we pass
perpetual motion meant to last
breaths lay at the foot of fantasy
wonders, what would like it to be
eagerly entering euphoria
sighs smiles simultaneously
#erotic
#dreams
#metaphor
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Hunterapsych
H.R
H.R
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 1:34pm
17th Jan 2019 1:34pm
Spirits sway throughout the timewave: a series of Gaian visions and experiences
Another ridiculously longggg piece ahead"
So ya thought ya might like to head for the astrals?
To feel the warm embrace of nirvana, the eternal source of love.
Tell me, is something alluring you, sweetheart?
Is this not where you intended to be?
If you wanna discover what's beyond this strange place,
you'll just have to hurl yourself in the inner space.
-
Gaia loves her children
and Gaia is within us to.
And the days may seem bleak to you, darling,
and the nights may feel blue.
If you should...
So ya thought ya might like to head for the astrals?
To feel the warm embrace of nirvana, the eternal source of love.
Tell me, is something alluring you, sweetheart?
Is this not where you intended to be?
If you wanna discover what's beyond this strange place,
you'll just have to hurl yourself in the inner space.
-
Gaia loves her children
and Gaia is within us to.
And the days may seem bleak to you, darling,
and the nights may feel blue.
If you should...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#universe #humankind
#universe #humankind
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