Poems About Dreams Seeking Honest Critique
#dreams
Poems about dreams seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Lasso the Sun
The rider rides
With rage and passion in his heart
Over golden hills and across the plains
Across the great breath of land
Through realms and domains
Ready
To capture the sun
His untamed spirit and will
Has no time for menial things
There is a flame to catch and a force wield
As he gallops into the distance
Willing to conquer the day
Ready
To seize the sun
He chases the fire in the sky
Without wings or propellors he flies
Hi horse racing against time
Leaving a plume of smoke and dust...
With rage and passion in his heart
Over golden hills and across the plains
Across the great breath of land
Through realms and domains
Ready
To capture the sun
His untamed spirit and will
Has no time for menial things
There is a flame to catch and a force wield
As he gallops into the distance
Willing to conquer the day
Ready
To seize the sun
He chases the fire in the sky
Without wings or propellors he flies
Hi horse racing against time
Leaving a plume of smoke and dust...
#courage
#determination
#dreams
#hope
#strength
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Dream Making in the Suburbs
At night, Alison’s dreams are scattered across
the bedroom wall like grainy cine film
No sound from the nocturnal soap opera
just Alison’s breathless hum and
the somnolent rhythm of the city
At the foot of the bed I wait for
insomnia cinema to begin
Amber streetlights steal through curtains
Alison’s legs up and apart
remind me we touch like
skeletons in a dusty museum
On her back on edge of dreams
the streetlights caress her
Lights – Camera - Action
Alison dreams in glorious...
the bedroom wall like grainy cine film
No sound from the nocturnal soap opera
just Alison’s breathless hum and
the somnolent rhythm of the city
At the foot of the bed I wait for
insomnia cinema to begin
Amber streetlights steal through curtains
Alison’s legs up and apart
remind me we touch like
skeletons in a dusty museum
On her back on edge of dreams
the streetlights caress her
Lights – Camera - Action
Alison dreams in glorious...
#dreams
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Your eyes are the key
From the very beginning of time it is said, that our eyes are the key 🗝️ to the deepness of our soul. For even now as I look into your eyes, I see the hurt and pain that you've had to endure in your life time. YET beneath the hurt and pain, 😞 you have a feeling of deepness that goes deeper than deep. Into the depths of your heart 💓 as it pours your sorrow, and hurt and confusion, into a pot of negativity. That has prevented you from seeing your true, growth and maturity, of your strength and courage and perseverance. For sure it's necessary, for you to analyze...
#dreams
#happiness
#LifeChangingMoment
#PersonalGrowth
#uplifting
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Never doubt thyself
Let's just keep it real as writers of pen 🖋️ to paper 📜 for sure let's stop doubting our talents as writers of unspoken words, for sure that is our calling as much as it is our power of knowledge and wisdom, and our experience to be able to share and articulate with thoughts and feelings. For example sometimes we are artist that are painters of a picture and sometimes we are singers 🎤 who sing to a different beat of a beautiful Melody. For sure what ever is your true spiritual potential will be revealed to you, for sharing is a blessing as it is a gift of...
#determination
#dreams
#inspirational
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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She's Really In Her Bedroom
Kirstie woke up on Sunday.
She saw herself naked in the mirror.
Then, someone touched her skin.
She looked over her shoulder.
It was Scott kissing her bare shoulders.
H was about to hump.
But that did not happen.
The alarm clock beeped and woke her.
She's really in her bedroom.
She saw herself naked in the mirror.
Then, someone touched her skin.
She looked over her shoulder.
It was Scott kissing her bare shoulders.
H was about to hump.
But that did not happen.
The alarm clock beeped and woke her.
She's really in her bedroom.
#dreams
#fiction
#home
#lover
#sex
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A Bunch of Brady's
Am I Greg, Peter, Bobby, Marsha, Jan or Cindy?
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the strip club,
Never figured he was such a horn ball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to...
Maybe I'm Carol, Mike or Alice.
They all seem friendly, they all have demons.
I heard that Greg was fucking Marsha & Carol.
Maybe.
I know I was.
I met Bobby numerous times at the strip club,
Never figured he was such a horn ball.
That's ok, so am I.
I'd rather hangout and talk to Jan,
She's my kind of people.
A little flaky and delusional.
But who cares, so am I.
I'm tired of telling Mike that I'm not gay
He means well but I'm not interested.
Cindy & Peter need to...
#dreams
#identity
#loneliness
#myself
#PopCulture
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Fantasea
It was a sunny day and the breeze was warm
The waters were so clear I could see deep below
But just past the coral reef where I’d taken the boat
One wave suddenly knocked me overboard
And what seemed to be an eternity underwater
The colors from the surface seemed to gleam
There I caught a glimpse of magic and illusion
Like a surreal dream dressed in emerald green
It was a feminine figure with long flowing hair
Moving with elegance in the water underneath
She had an angelic face with beauty and grace
Coming to my rescue as I...
The waters were so clear I could see deep below
But just past the coral reef where I’d taken the boat
One wave suddenly knocked me overboard
And what seemed to be an eternity underwater
The colors from the surface seemed to gleam
There I caught a glimpse of magic and illusion
Like a surreal dream dressed in emerald green
It was a feminine figure with long flowing hair
Moving with elegance in the water underneath
She had an angelic face with beauty and grace
Coming to my rescue as I...
#dreams
#fiction
#mermaids
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Dreaming of finding love
I close my eyes— sleep, awake, threshold, rupture, flight
a door unhinges inside my mind,
splitting wide to the infinite howl of the cosmos.
The dark swallows me whole,
Yet I walk silent through the nothing, a shadow without weight,
stardust in my mouth, my veins glass rivers humming with echoes,
feet bleeding across the abyss,
through infinity, past the breath of collapsing stars.
"Love!" I call, voice shattered into echoes.
"Love, where are you?"
"Do you not know my voice?"...
a door unhinges inside my mind,
splitting wide to the infinite howl of the cosmos.
The dark swallows me whole,
Yet I walk silent through the nothing, a shadow without weight,
stardust in my mouth, my veins glass rivers humming with echoes,
feet bleeding across the abyss,
through infinity, past the breath of collapsing stars.
"Love!" I call, voice shattered into echoes.
"Love, where are you?"
"Do you not know my voice?"...
#dreams
#love
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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Galadriel's Choice
Silent hope beats in the heart,
mixed with the fear of failure,
for valiance is proven in the art
of preserving loyalty in the behaviour,
when tested amid seductive trials,
the domain of inner strength,
then weakness battles in denial,
seeking excuses, while one repents.
Galadriel stood by the well
that predicts doom of the races.
As if a mirror beyond mere spells,
true teller, not of fortune, but of faces.
She wanted to ignite within
the spark of higher immortality,
not innately, despite all sin,
but...
mixed with the fear of failure,
for valiance is proven in the art
of preserving loyalty in the behaviour,
when tested amid seductive trials,
the domain of inner strength,
then weakness battles in denial,
seeking excuses, while one repents.
Galadriel stood by the well
that predicts doom of the races.
As if a mirror beyond mere spells,
true teller, not of fortune, but of faces.
She wanted to ignite within
the spark of higher immortality,
not innately, despite all sin,
but...
#courage
#determination
#dreams
#JRRTolkien
#strength
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Back to our roots
Sometimes we have to go back to our roots and speak to the elders, that came before us to realize that we are only human, in this vortex of life and love and dreams in search of who we are and where we came.from, and where we are going through the very process of being alive. For sure it's necessary to understand, that there be some mistakes along the way that you will have to make a decision. TO change your mind as you choose what pathways you are willing to change to make your life better. For it's at that point in our lives we have to learn to walk away, from the negativity of the outside...
#dreams
#PersonalGrowth
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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My Beautiful Butterfly
From the deepness of my thoughts to the very deepness of my heart, for it's true that you have become that very Beautiful Butterfly. THAT I saw upon at a time, when I notice that a change is about to come into my life. For sure that was a sign, from up above to really change my world around. For the very betterment of amazing things to come to fulfill my dreams. Come true to finally have what I've been looking for all my life as it was you. That beautiful butterfly 🦋 a beautiful butterfly as a disguise, to bring the deepness of my thoughts of love and happiness come alive. AS I've...
#dreams
#happiness
#LifeChangingMoment
#redemption
#TimeHeals
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Yesterday's Dream
I knew him once upon a dream.
A dream like you have never seen.
And so have I.
But it seemed peaceful,with a light blue sky.
I saw a girl in that dream.
She was doubtful of all she's ever been.
She says,my pain I don't want you to carry.
I don't want you to worry,I want you to be merry.
The way she spoke in this vivid dream.
Like there is more to her than others have seen.
She says,but what if you don't like me?
What if you dislike the real me?
What if you don't like my flaws?
That stand out...
A dream like you have never seen.
And so have I.
But it seemed peaceful,with a light blue sky.
I saw a girl in that dream.
She was doubtful of all she's ever been.
She says,my pain I don't want you to carry.
I don't want you to worry,I want you to be merry.
The way she spoke in this vivid dream.
Like there is more to her than others have seen.
She says,but what if you don't like me?
What if you dislike the real me?
What if you don't like my flaws?
That stand out...
#dreams
#hope
#motivational
#sleep
#uplifting
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