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.
nikkimoe
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:55pm
Yesterday 6:55pm
Covered
You quilt fantasies
in your mind,
those granny squares
take time.
Negative space.
Binding.
Back stitching.
The brain makes blankets
to cover up the dullness of
everyday living.
in your mind,
those granny squares
take time.
Negative space.
Binding.
Back stitching.
The brain makes blankets
to cover up the dullness of
everyday living.
#dreams
19 reads
3 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:09pm
Yesterday 5:09pm
Scattered Dreams
Last night in a dream
The sun dropped so fast
I was blinded by the light
And the shadows it cast
Lost in the shade of mediocrity
Stuck in a crowd of idiocy
Traveling on a train trying to get off
And the engineer laughed
And began to cough
I about broke his arm
Reaching for my mask
Then I turned to him
To take him to task
What the hell did all this mean?
Was I trying to make sense out of something I'd seen?
Was my mind playing tricks on me
If I open my eyes
Will I be lost at sea?
Because...
The sun dropped so fast
I was blinded by the light
And the shadows it cast
Lost in the shade of mediocrity
Stuck in a crowd of idiocy
Traveling on a train trying to get off
And the engineer laughed
And began to cough
I about broke his arm
Reaching for my mask
Then I turned to him
To take him to task
What the hell did all this mean?
Was I trying to make sense out of something I'd seen?
Was my mind playing tricks on me
If I open my eyes
Will I be lost at sea?
Because...
#dreams
#sleep
21 reads
4 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:02am
Yesterday 4:02am
Ice
I dreamt of you again.
My hell, why do I keep dreaming of you?
It's like every second that I can produce a thought, it's about you.
Do you have a moment to spare?
I just wanted to make sure your gaze is still blue.
How are you today?
I ask because I see that you are starting to go mad.
Do you as feel as empty as the way she looks at you?
I'm sorry, I truly don't mean to pry.
Can you even feel a thing?
My God, my love, I've never seen such a vacant stare in ones eye.
What's on your mind?
I hope you feel the same because you are...
My hell, why do I keep dreaming of you?
It's like every second that I can produce a thought, it's about you.
Do you have a moment to spare?
I just wanted to make sure your gaze is still blue.
How are you today?
I ask because I see that you are starting to go mad.
Do you as feel as empty as the way she looks at you?
I'm sorry, I truly don't mean to pry.
Can you even feel a thing?
My God, my love, I've never seen such a vacant stare in ones eye.
What's on your mind?
I hope you feel the same because you are...
#love
#heartbroken
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#learning
23 reads
1 Comment
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 10:59pm
22nd Nov 2020 10:59pm
whis'p tendril dreams.
in the distance,
a child's screaming laugh echoes
as palm fronds rustle
and a slight breeze catches those wispy baby hairs on her neck
the gentle recall of his fingertips. . .
soft tickle'd dreams,
while goosebumps spread
and push at her seams
She swears —
his heady scent
drifts through the air . . .
a possible ghostly appear
flaring a tender recall;
hers is a heart that has fallen
a glassheart'd hope
of only his possible chosen
her smile curls,
..... as she...
a child's screaming laugh echoes
as palm fronds rustle
and a slight breeze catches those wispy baby hairs on her neck
the gentle recall of his fingertips. . .
soft tickle'd dreams,
while goosebumps spread
and push at her seams
She swears —
his heady scent
drifts through the air . . .
a possible ghostly appear
flaring a tender recall;
hers is a heart that has fallen
a glassheart'd hope
of only his possible chosen
her smile curls,
..... as she...
#hope
#dreams
41 reads
23 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 9:04pm
20th Nov 2020 9:04pm
bittersweet diggings of Existential Essentialism: of magical realisms & dystopian cataclysms
emptiness abound.
and then, there’s these things.
quite magical
awakening shrill cold water showers. steamy cup of teas..
that pleasant fermentative kitchen organoleptic , of a spicy
esp. fenugreeky mango~ pickled clinking ceramic jars.. in
still indelible spell of such invoking emanations.. though
sitting here as only an upturned silent centre~ room relic
antique inert piece of idleness now...
or a glimmery homemade curd... mirroring wobbly delicate
on its drawing in non~...
and then, there’s these things.
quite magical
awakening shrill cold water showers. steamy cup of teas..
that pleasant fermentative kitchen organoleptic , of a spicy
esp. fenugreeky mango~ pickled clinking ceramic jars.. in
still indelible spell of such invoking emanations.. though
sitting here as only an upturned silent centre~ room relic
antique inert piece of idleness now...
or a glimmery homemade curd... mirroring wobbly delicate
on its drawing in non~...
#love
#dreams
#TruthOfLife
#apocalypse
#bittersweet
66 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 4:28pm
20th Nov 2020 4:28pm
Gaslighted
Living ain't easy when the dark has eyes. And death follows light. With no more visitation of Autumns and Springs. Now blue veins of memories run through my autopsy. But the gaslight is lit.
#dreams
#memories
#philosophical
38 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 3:58pm
20th Nov 2020 3:58pm
Crossing Paths
Deep be her verdant green eyes. With a wanderlust of dark withers. With a hymn of the silent night. In my dreams, dripping lust from the collarbone of the gothic moon. Beneath the willows crossing paths, like shadows of daffodils, blooming silence. Deep be her verdant green eyes of thimbles and stones. In rows of granite mahogany. As my dreams run backward. Listening to the crying.
#love
#dreams
#WritingPoetry #sensual
#WritingPoetry #sensual
47 reads
3 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 1:05am
20th Nov 2020 1:05am
If only dreams came true
If only dreams came true
Laying on my bed alone, with thoughts of you running through my head, wishing I could make love to you though my bodies broke and dead
Imagining your touch, how you would feel, if we were skin to skin, if I was to kiss your lips, to let our love begin
To cuddle you and hold your hand, to share with you a night, to feel you laying on my chest, my arms around you tight
To look down and smile at you, to show how much I care, to run my hands along your skin, to stroke your sweet soft hair
To pull you up towards...
Laying on my bed alone, with thoughts of you running through my head, wishing I could make love to you though my bodies broke and dead
Imagining your touch, how you would feel, if we were skin to skin, if I was to kiss your lips, to let our love begin
To cuddle you and hold your hand, to share with you a night, to feel you laying on my chest, my arms around you tight
To look down and smile at you, to show how much I care, to run my hands along your skin, to stroke your sweet soft hair
To pull you up towards...
#love
#erotic
#dreams
151 reads
2 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
19th Nov 2020 8:28pm
19th Nov 2020 8:28pm
Picturesque
I imagine you,
timidly
sitting there
with a flower
in your hair
patiently
awaiting
my arrival
dressed
to impress
not
a
crinkle
in your velvet dress,
with a fire
in your eyes
that could
only be described
by the most talented of linguists
if even...
I'd arrive
at your doorstep
ten minutes in advance
with a
dozen
red
roses
held tightly
in my hand
nervously
waiting outside
until the last minute,
rehearsing my...
timidly
sitting there
with a flower
in your hair
patiently
awaiting
my arrival
dressed
to impress
not
a
crinkle
in your velvet dress,
with a fire
in your eyes
that could
only be described
by the most talented of linguists
if even...
I'd arrive
at your doorstep
ten minutes in advance
with a
dozen
red
roses
held tightly
in my hand
nervously
waiting outside
until the last minute,
rehearsing my...
#anxiety
#love
#relationships
#dreams
#dating
82 reads
17 Comments
unnifaomsl
Poem Published
19th Nov 2020 3:02pm
19th Nov 2020 3:02pm
Healing Hands
in soft antiseptic hands
lies a ragged bleeding heart
beating out a sad story of love and loss.
hands to calm and soothe
a folk remedy under tongue
tincture
of trees and mountains
growing in lungs so verdant
no one can see through.
hands to hold
against a sick world
in defiance,
self made reliance,
this underground science,
under force-fed compliance.
lies a ragged bleeding heart
beating out a sad story of love and loss.
hands to calm and soothe
a folk remedy under tongue
tincture
of trees and mountains
growing in lungs so verdant
no one can see through.
hands to hold
against a sick world
in defiance,
self made reliance,
this underground science,
under force-fed compliance.
#dreams
#humankind
#healing
21 reads
5 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
17th Nov 2020 6:46pm
17th Nov 2020 6:46pm
Astral DNA
To be a spec of stardust
upon which, such force is cast;
Truest painted primordial start
as crisp, lush colors enforce their blast
Spread forth and stretch
brushed hands of hue,
yours is a reflective introspection
into our creative truths
'Tis shapely,
how movement delights,
awash in an abundance
of omnipotent light
An unlocking—
darkened sectors
of hidden secret'd divine,
created solely
by this ubiquitous entwine
Ohh glorious insights!
blended and spun
a conquered mystery ...
upon which, such force is cast;
Truest painted primordial start
as crisp, lush colors enforce their blast
Spread forth and stretch
brushed hands of hue,
yours is a reflective introspection
into our creative truths
'Tis shapely,
how movement delights,
awash in an abundance
of omnipotent light
An unlocking—
darkened sectors
of hidden secret'd divine,
created solely
by this ubiquitous entwine
Ohh glorious insights!
blended and spun
a conquered mystery ...
#dreams
#LifeCycle
#gratitude #art
#gratitude #art
73 reads
31 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
17th Nov 2020 9:09am
17th Nov 2020 9:09am
STILL
I'm here
can you hear me
I'm waiting
clutched hands by the bed
sore knees
eyes closed
holding on
she laughs avoiding snowballs
and falls trying to catch red falling leaves
he laughs pointing at the magenta skies
curtain falls
she wakes
can you hear me
I'm waiting
clutched hands by the bed
sore knees
eyes closed
holding on
she laughs avoiding snowballs
and falls trying to catch red falling leaves
he laughs pointing at the magenta skies
curtain falls
she wakes
#love
#dreams
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