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.
Scorpio
Poem Published
Today 1:27pm
Today 1:27pm
Elevator Girl
It was just like in a movie
I know it sounds cliche'
I was waiting for the elevator
Just another normal day
The door opens and there you are
You're glowing like an angel
The crowd moves us in and out
We smile from every angle
You start to say something
And I reach for the door
It closes way too fast
I head for the eighth floor
When the door opened
I ran back down the stairs
But I was too god damn late
You were no longer there
The years go by and I wonder
What if I...
I know it sounds cliche'
I was waiting for the elevator
Just another normal day
The door opens and there you are
You're glowing like an angel
The crowd moves us in and out
We smile from every angle
You start to say something
And I reach for the door
It closes way too fast
I head for the eighth floor
When the door opened
I ran back down the stairs
But I was too god damn late
You were no longer there
The years go by and I wonder
What if I...
#love
#regret
#dreams
#rhyming
#memories
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monkeyman
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:14am
Yesterday 00:14am
What A Dream I Had
Oh how sound asleep was I
‘till cold daylight cracked the seal
of my less contented eye
Glimpsing only fragments
enough to catch a lie
As I chase the fading image
of a dream before it dies
Foolish I know
thought perhaps it’s worse to wake
losing the illusion
more contented eyes can’t take
One cannot sleep
whilst one’s awake
Desolation or delusion
What a choice is mine to make
‘till cold daylight cracked the seal
of my less contented eye
Glimpsing only fragments
enough to catch a lie
As I chase the fading image
of a dream before it dies
Foolish I know
thought perhaps it’s worse to wake
losing the illusion
more contented eyes can’t take
One cannot sleep
whilst one’s awake
Desolation or delusion
What a choice is mine to make
#dreams
#TruthOfLife
19 reads
2 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:58pm
Yesterday 10:58pm
numinous rumbles.
..... as the sun breaks it's promise
night's dark crawls upon us;
in the distance—
numinous rumbles
echo in waves from the sea;
a storm swept eye rises,
shrouded in sleep,
it will find us
encircled we rest
at peace
cheek to chest
night's dark crawls upon us;
in the distance—
numinous rumbles
echo in waves from the sea;
a storm swept eye rises,
shrouded in sleep,
it will find us
encircled we rest
at peace
cheek to chest
#love
#dreams
#storm
#peace
#sleep
50 reads
6 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:28pm
Yesterday 5:28pm
Senryu - Waking Dream
Vision in white lace
synchronized undulations
ride pretty cowgirl
synchronized undulations
ride pretty cowgirl
#sex
#erotic
#dreams #morning
#dreams #morning
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:08pm
Yesterday 5:08pm
Spying on Two Girl’s on a Caribbean Beach
#anxiety
#dreams
33 reads
13 Comments
Seemtress
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:45am
Yesterday 6:45am
I See You
I may not know what makes you curious
but I see you so intently seek
I may not know what makes you laugh
but I see the lines running cheek to cheek
I may not know what makes you cry
but I see the tears rolling down your face
I may not know what keeps you up at night
but I see you wander to a distant place
I may not know what makes you tick
but what I do see is YOU
I may not know your every thought
so for now my eyes will make do
but I see you so intently seek
I may not know what makes you laugh
but I see the lines running cheek to cheek
I may not know what makes you cry
but I see the tears rolling down your face
I may not know what keeps you up at night
but I see you wander to a distant place
I may not know what makes you tick
but what I do see is YOU
I may not know your every thought
so for now my eyes will make do
#love
#dreams
#UnrequitedLove #emotions
#UnrequitedLove #emotions
29 reads
2 Comments
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 6:39am
22nd Sep 2020 6:39am
Broken dream
Broken road
Winding up
Memory heavy loaded
Dust settling on a stony track
Turning and winding me back
Clear blue, glint of sea
The bay full of islands
Seen from mountains of green
Monkey apple trees
The dip and the rise
Long driveway shady
Following cicada cries
Tank stand, concrete block walls
Corrugated iron roof, tiled floors
Cool veranda covered with wisteria
Wood burning stove from another era
Camelia bushes heavy with dew
Agaves, roses and palm fronds
Smell of smoke from the steel flue ...
Winding up
Memory heavy loaded
Dust settling on a stony track
Turning and winding me back
Clear blue, glint of sea
The bay full of islands
Seen from mountains of green
Monkey apple trees
The dip and the rise
Long driveway shady
Following cicada cries
Tank stand, concrete block walls
Corrugated iron roof, tiled floors
Cool veranda covered with wisteria
Wood burning stove from another era
Camelia bushes heavy with dew
Agaves, roses and palm fronds
Smell of smoke from the steel flue ...
#childhood
#family
#dreams
#home
#nature
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LusciousLucy
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 8:10pm
21st Sep 2020 8:10pm
Imagination
#lust
#erotic
#dreams
#sensual
#passion
184 reads
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
21st Sep 2020 6:00am
Pythian Priestess
Pythian Priestess
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Amber invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Amber awakens me to my need for a touch of...
On my first visit to the oracle of Gaia, my quest is for a spiritual guide to fill the role of earth- mother for me, a lyceum-age lad in need of guidance and discipline from a prophetess in the art of setting young men straight. My second chance to grow up comes under a capable Pythian Priestess well versed at divining the rods of young men. She is a strawberry-tressed priestess whose smoky mezzo timbre gives me a natural high and I instantly trust her.
Amber invites me to join her religion of Delphic desire. Amber awakens me to my need for a touch of...
#erotic
#dreams
#religion
#dialogue
#magic
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 9:42pm
20th Sep 2020 9:42pm
Ghoul
I appear
When fear is near
Clinging to shadowed walls
You know I'm there
I'm bloated
Thin skin slime coated
Many limbs sprawled
Sensing fear emotive
Blindly creeping
Terror weeping
I feed through jaggard maul
A nightmare never sleeping
Everywhere
Silent vibrations in the air
Of horror and deathfall
Led me here
Now I stare
At all of you with a glare
Evil eye of the ghoul
Who will eat your fear
When fear is near
Clinging to shadowed walls
You know I'm there
I'm bloated
Thin skin slime coated
Many limbs sprawled
Sensing fear emotive
Blindly creeping
Terror weeping
I feed through jaggard maul
A nightmare never sleeping
Everywhere
Silent vibrations in the air
Of horror and deathfall
Led me here
Now I stare
At all of you with a glare
Evil eye of the ghoul
Who will eat your fear
#dark
#dreams
#evil
#nightmares
#fear
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adagio
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 3:37pm
20th Sep 2020 3:37pm
Ashes Of Benson & Hedges
With the night breeze of a sonata, high on death
do us part, following the twilight's allegro,
kissing among the shadow of a slow footed moon,
of poetic monsoons and our Montessori.
As the spade man whistles, after taking our vows
on God's chariot of cold freaking dreams,
with ashes of Benson & Hedges showing us the way,
of poetic monsoons and our Montessori.
do us part, following the twilight's allegro,
kissing among the shadow of a slow footed moon,
of poetic monsoons and our Montessori.
As the spade man whistles, after taking our vows
on God's chariot of cold freaking dreams,
with ashes of Benson & Hedges showing us the way,
of poetic monsoons and our Montessori.
#dreams
#WritingPoetry
23 reads
2 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 1:07pm
20th Sep 2020 1:07pm
awoken just to die
I drove myself mad not long ago—
Chasing rabbits so abundant they became a plague.
A wave of my own terrible wonderland swallowed me whole,
Now the taunting approach of complacency seeps in with age.
I talk to myself in spurts;
I've forgotten my reason and rhyme.
There's a hum in my soul somewhere down deep
That aches for healing, but survival mode leaves no time.
There's a dead zone in my heart
And a darkness cloaking my soul.
I'm pushing onward with the delirious
Amble of a famished madman down a busy road.
...
Chasing rabbits so abundant they became a plague.
A wave of my own terrible wonderland swallowed me whole,
Now the taunting approach of complacency seeps in with age.
I talk to myself in spurts;
I've forgotten my reason and rhyme.
There's a hum in my soul somewhere down deep
That aches for healing, but survival mode leaves no time.
There's a dead zone in my heart
And a darkness cloaking my soul.
I'm pushing onward with the delirious
Amble of a famished madman down a busy road.
...
#identity
#dreams
#war
#peace
#sleep
19 reads
2 Comments
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