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.
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 8:03am
7th Jul 2020 8:03am
Pushing Boundaries
Soft and downy
below her navel
birthing place
scents of lemon
he rested his head
against Venus
inhaling her sensuous
aroma of love
he tasted her
ecstasy of senses
woke up within him,
curling into his stomach
he united his soul
into her temple
travelled in exquisite
stinging sensations
falling from jagged peaks
tumbling through swirls
lights almost revelations
marriage of knowing and not
gasping up from deepest
liquid sleep...
below her navel
birthing place
scents of lemon
he rested his head
against Venus
inhaling her sensuous
aroma of love
he tasted her
ecstasy of senses
woke up within him,
curling into his stomach
he united his soul
into her temple
travelled in exquisite
stinging sensations
falling from jagged peaks
tumbling through swirls
lights almost revelations
marriage of knowing and not
gasping up from deepest
liquid sleep...
#dark
#dreams
#lover
24 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 6:19am
7th Jul 2020 6:19am
Orange Grove
Orange Grove
My lover woman, Rowena is upgrading her R.N. license to a Nurse Practitioner. I am studying for my B.S. in hotel, restaurant, and tourism. We enrolled to wait until the job market improves.
Rowena and I take a job harvesting oranges in Plaquemines Parish down the river from New Orleans. We need extra cash between semesters. We bask in an Indian Summer day. I breathe in the fragrance of oranges on this December afternoon. Our sun-kissed bodies pass ghostlike through the grove. We giggle with delight under bright blue skies. Birds sail overhead, their...
My lover woman, Rowena is upgrading her R.N. license to a Nurse Practitioner. I am studying for my B.S. in hotel, restaurant, and tourism. We enrolled to wait until the job market improves.
Rowena and I take a job harvesting oranges in Plaquemines Parish down the river from New Orleans. We need extra cash between semesters. We bask in an Indian Summer day. I breathe in the fragrance of oranges on this December afternoon. Our sun-kissed bodies pass ghostlike through the grove. We giggle with delight under bright blue skies. Birds sail overhead, their...
#dreams
#morning
#night
#spiritual
#sensual
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2 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 10:51pm
6th Jul 2020 10:51pm
Absinthe Strips Grey From The Skies
Absinthe please take my mind:
Sweetly, sugar bends the spoon
Stirs fragments of parenthesis
Piss and green stained
Words roam on unstacked shelves
In libraries of attribution.
In absentia, memory lakes
Buckled by tidal locked limbs
Belted & broken, descend
To bloated bodies,
Sunk at cathedral depth.
Haunted by the colours
Of the night’s soul, the
Asylum For Dead Artists
Paint their walls fifty one
Shades of gunmetal grey.
Everything may go green –
Everything may go.
Washed in...
Sweetly, sugar bends the spoon
Stirs fragments of parenthesis
Piss and green stained
Words roam on unstacked shelves
In libraries of attribution.
In absentia, memory lakes
Buckled by tidal locked limbs
Belted & broken, descend
To bloated bodies,
Sunk at cathedral depth.
Haunted by the colours
Of the night’s soul, the
Asylum For Dead Artists
Paint their walls fifty one
Shades of gunmetal grey.
Everything may go green –
Everything may go.
Washed in...
#love
#dreams
#sea #memories
#sea #memories
24 reads
4 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 8:37pm
6th Jul 2020 8:37pm
Muse
Muse
Laying alone in my bed at night, unfinished poems in my head, lines and stanza's encircling, fantasies unread
Looking for that someone to pull them from my head, to bring out all my passions, to say the things unsaid.
Looking for that someone, my Diamond in a rhyme, a gemstone of such beauty, I want to make her mine.
But where will I find her, do I already know her name, must it be a secret, for the days that still remain
Or is she hiding in my heart, quiet like the night, forever to be hidden, always kept out of sight
My...
Laying alone in my bed at night, unfinished poems in my head, lines and stanza's encircling, fantasies unread
Looking for that someone to pull them from my head, to bring out all my passions, to say the things unsaid.
Looking for that someone, my Diamond in a rhyme, a gemstone of such beauty, I want to make her mine.
But where will I find her, do I already know her name, must it be a secret, for the days that still remain
Or is she hiding in my heart, quiet like the night, forever to be hidden, always kept out of sight
My...
#erotic
#dreams
84 reads
6 Comments
RobAzza
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 7:58pm
6th Jul 2020 7:58pm
Dancing Woods
Woods dance with pagans
locked in shadows
with crooked spines
run across hot rocks
carved out
of ghosts
and infants with heads torn
by the bloody claws
of motherless parishioners,
teasing me
with rammed heads,
spitting violently at me
with poison phlegm,
kicking at my ribs picked meatless
circling as I wait for
my child to cry me awake
before the woods swallow me up.
locked in shadows
with crooked spines
run across hot rocks
carved out
of ghosts
and infants with heads torn
by the bloody claws
of motherless parishioners,
teasing me
with rammed heads,
spitting violently at me
with poison phlegm,
kicking at my ribs picked meatless
circling as I wait for
my child to cry me awake
before the woods swallow me up.
#dreams
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2 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 1:42pm
6th Jul 2020 1:42pm
Karmasutra of the mind
#erotic
#dreams
133 reads
4 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
5th Jul 2020 4:58pm
5th Jul 2020 4:58pm
Questions
#erotic
#dreams
138 reads
7 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
The Dreamer
She dreams of houses in the hills,
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
#happiness
#dreams
#memories
#escape
#nostalgia
83 reads
15 Comments
veganpoet
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 8:47pm
4th Jul 2020 8:47pm
goodbye woman, hello lonesome drifter
drifting charcoal flowers
invade smiling dreams
nectar of bittersweet corruption
tasted
fuel for
the old rusty blues
and twilight
turns her face
into night
a wolf's paw
burned up into
the deepest reaches
of the sky
riding a freight
train
against a backdrop
of soulstreaming stars
sitting
on top
of the world
again
invade smiling dreams
nectar of bittersweet corruption
tasted
fuel for
the old rusty blues
and twilight
turns her face
into night
a wolf's paw
burned up into
the deepest reaches
of the sky
riding a freight
train
against a backdrop
of soulstreaming stars
sitting
on top
of the world
again
#love
#breakup
#dreams
#stars
#trains
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0 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 3:11pm
4th Jul 2020 3:11pm
Día de Muertos
Years before she had said that I should attend
The Day of the Dead
She assured that is was not voodoo witchcraft
But a festival to remember the dead
She thought it would be a good opportunity
For me to take photographs of the participants
With painted faces and sugar skulls everywhere
Altars where prayers written on slips of paper
For deceased family and friends
Were burned in happy remembrance
Though time had slipped away and years passed
We had grown apart, lost touch
I...
The Day of the Dead
She assured that is was not voodoo witchcraft
But a festival to remember the dead
She thought it would be a good opportunity
For me to take photographs of the participants
With painted faces and sugar skulls everywhere
Altars where prayers written on slips of paper
For deceased family and friends
Were burned in happy remembrance
Though time had slipped away and years passed
We had grown apart, lost touch
I...
#love
#dreams
27 reads
4 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 00:28am
4th Jul 2020 00:28am
The First Touch of Spring {a collaboration with AspergerPoet}
I felt you there, in my winter
another lost soul; lonely and raw
your heart called to me, wild and free
waiting for a starting of the thaw
My heartbeat whispered on
waiting for you to wake
as i had for so long
so you would feel my soft vibrations shake
Like snowrops through the blanket of frost
delicate and brave
I came to sit beside you
to hear you sing Love's praise
I breathe with sweet joy
this vision of you with petals open
to encourage my soul song
as its layers of love deepen
...
another lost soul; lonely and raw
your heart called to me, wild and free
waiting for a starting of the thaw
My heartbeat whispered on
waiting for you to wake
as i had for so long
so you would feel my soft vibrations shake
Like snowrops through the blanket of frost
delicate and brave
I came to sit beside you
to hear you sing Love's praise
I breathe with sweet joy
this vision of you with petals open
to encourage my soul song
as its layers of love deepen
...
#love
#friendship
#dreams
#spiritual
#lover
47 reads
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