Poems About Dreams Seeking Honest Critique
#dreams
Poems about dreams seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Exploring
During the night
I travel my dreams
Within my dreams
I search for my soul
Whilst exploring my soul
I experience reality
From reality
To realness
Through dissecting my mind
I sense my body
Interacting with body
Brings me to life
In life we live our dreams
If we’re so lucky
Or if we so choose
By our choosing
We make conscious decisions
Within decisions
Lies a whole world
Lest we stop exploring
Lest we forget whence we came from
The who, what, when,...
I travel my dreams
Within my dreams
I search for my soul
Whilst exploring my soul
I experience reality
From reality
To realness
Through dissecting my mind
I sense my body
Interacting with body
Brings me to life
In life we live our dreams
If we’re so lucky
Or if we so choose
By our choosing
We make conscious decisions
Within decisions
Lies a whole world
Lest we stop exploring
Lest we forget whence we came from
The who, what, when,...
#dreams
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
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To Map out Infinity
Pondering under punctures of the infinity,
Pinholes, the other side twinkling through
Atop my roof, where visits oft add salinity
Tonight, alone, I plan for what I wish I knew
In present, past trends now cease extending
I'm left to wander about, mapping out infinity
Tightroping, I wobble to futures impending
Pray the ground be closer, by His divinity
Should the rope snap, I fall to path below
Please guide my feet to night's stars aglow
Pinholes, the other side twinkling through
Atop my roof, where visits oft add salinity
Tonight, alone, I plan for what I wish I knew
In present, past trends now cease extending
I'm left to wander about, mapping out infinity
Tightroping, I wobble to futures impending
Pray the ground be closer, by His divinity
Should the rope snap, I fall to path below
Please guide my feet to night's stars aglow
#dreams
#God
#LifeGoals
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024
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4 Comments
dreaming in carnage
#dreams
#nightmares
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6 Comments
Closeness
You’re somewhere close by
You’re watching
You’re waiting
It’s okay
I’m waiting too
I’m here only for you
We’ve met a thousand times before
We’ll meet a thousand times again
Yet I can’t remember what your face looks like
But I will know it when I do
You’re watching
You’re waiting
It’s okay
I’m waiting too
I’m here only for you
We’ve met a thousand times before
We’ll meet a thousand times again
Yet I can’t remember what your face looks like
But I will know it when I do
#relationships
#dreams
#spiritual
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5 Comments
Death By Taxes
Exploiting the need
Setting the cost of this dead end living
In this system, the consumer is the feed
Lives for auction, waged efforts in short changed bidding
Cycles of debt make up bondages of dependency
Desperation to control in this market of captivity
Oppressive price tags and credit scores to earn a right to owe
Qualifying for financial burdens
They own the ground in which we sow
Harvesting more costly endeavors in this death grip for a home
Culture of the illusion of success
Retirement savings for future...
Setting the cost of this dead end living
In this system, the consumer is the feed
Lives for auction, waged efforts in short changed bidding
Cycles of debt make up bondages of dependency
Desperation to control in this market of captivity
Oppressive price tags and credit scores to earn a right to owe
Qualifying for financial burdens
They own the ground in which we sow
Harvesting more costly endeavors in this death grip for a home
Culture of the illusion of success
Retirement savings for future...
#anxiety
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
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0 Comments
Freddy Krueger
(Inspired by the movie Dream Scenario)
Lost in derivative experiences comprised
A pseudo collective consciousness in a world behind our eyes
Picking up on hacked signals that swell beneath in stillness as we breathe
We dream in silence louder than a whisper as our hearts unsheathe
Imagination informants whistle blowing
Monsters in the closets of an un-event
Where is all of this going?
Torn between a life of struggle or suffering the pedestal spent
Side effects of a common threat of our own humanity
Striving to balance a...
Lost in derivative experiences comprised
A pseudo collective consciousness in a world behind our eyes
Picking up on hacked signals that swell beneath in stillness as we breathe
We dream in silence louder than a whisper as our hearts unsheathe
Imagination informants whistle blowing
Monsters in the closets of an un-event
Where is all of this going?
Torn between a life of struggle or suffering the pedestal spent
Side effects of a common threat of our own humanity
Striving to balance a...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
#nightmares
#philosophical
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0 Comments
If: Dyed, Then: Wool - NaPoWriMo 11
Do electric sheep dream of beeps?
Or does the hub
dub all the hubbub
in binary beeps and boops.
And what of the four amp ion
lying with the email spam?
Is there a silicone heaven
for such things,
or are there no
ghosts in the machines,
so toasters just burn out
to a crummy end
unknowing
their recycled
descendants
might be a microchip off the old block.
Or does the hub
dub all the hubbub
in binary beeps and boops.
And what of the four amp ion
lying with the email spam?
Is there a silicone heaven
for such things,
or are there no
ghosts in the machines,
so toasters just burn out
to a crummy end
unknowing
their recycled
descendants
might be a microchip off the old block.
#dreams
#technology
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Secluded
in dimness, I murmur secrets
to the bedroom wall.
Isolated from outside’s hubbub,
I ponder the great mysteries.
I fold over a rich bedsheet,
and close my eyes,
think of spacetime,
and love poetry, and
the very top of pop songs,
as the world unwinds
beyond, as it always does.
Because here, between
these four excluding walls,
I can feel myself
a discoverer, and voyage
great seas of imagination.
Here, I have all
the company I could desire,
seething...
to the bedroom wall.
Isolated from outside’s hubbub,
I ponder the great mysteries.
I fold over a rich bedsheet,
and close my eyes,
think of spacetime,
and love poetry, and
the very top of pop songs,
as the world unwinds
beyond, as it always does.
Because here, between
these four excluding walls,
I can feel myself
a discoverer, and voyage
great seas of imagination.
Here, I have all
the company I could desire,
seething...
#anxiety
#depression
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
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2 Comments
Not Just Cocoa....
gotta love the transition..the Spiritual translation
...the bi-lingual...the sapiosexual
our pseudonyms...hidden in plain sight
.... she wafted..draped in shades of her morning dew
from the dreamy into the creamy..
..she decoded my escape hatch...cleverly...
......soulfully stirred me....spoon fed a brotha lovely
.....mmmm....a tasty woman indeed...gimme more dammit
my ultra smooth criminal...the Bonnie to my Clyde
.....made sure to Hyde our stash between her legs
she did secreted some of that silky esoteric mojo...
...the bi-lingual...the sapiosexual
our pseudonyms...hidden in plain sight
.... she wafted..draped in shades of her morning dew
from the dreamy into the creamy..
..she decoded my escape hatch...cleverly...
......soulfully stirred me....spoon fed a brotha lovely
.....mmmm....a tasty woman indeed...gimme more dammit
my ultra smooth criminal...the Bonnie to my Clyde
.....made sure to Hyde our stash between her legs
she did secreted some of that silky esoteric mojo...
#sex
#dreams
#moon
#morning
#spiritual
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8 Comments
The One Type Of Classroom Dream
Holly walked to the blackboard.
Then, her teacher shouted "SHE IS NAKED!"
That made Holly wake up.
Then, her teacher shouted "SHE IS NAKED!"
That made Holly wake up.
#friendship
#dreams
#school
#fiction
#sensual
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0 Comments
Perfumed thighs
#dreams
#sexy
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2 Comments
Olive Trees, Lunar Eclipse, Cowardice
Olive Trees, Lunar Eclipse, Uselessness.
They say 'Seek out higher ground before sunset,
let the eye scan west as the Sun is skipped
over our skyline, into the unending abyss.'
Let it envelope you, in the cold, seven fifty five,
while someone else's seven fifty five consists
of bombs and starvation and grief and bloodshed.
We are inconsequential, we are entitled,
nothing like keys awaiting their ancestral home.
Our dalliance with life is trivial,
and yet, by some grace, reaching into the darkness,
the split second touch with an...
They say 'Seek out higher ground before sunset,
let the eye scan west as the Sun is skipped
over our skyline, into the unending abyss.'
Let it envelope you, in the cold, seven fifty five,
while someone else's seven fifty five consists
of bombs and starvation and grief and bloodshed.
We are inconsequential, we are entitled,
nothing like keys awaiting their ancestral home.
Our dalliance with life is trivial,
and yet, by some grace, reaching into the darkness,
the split second touch with an...
#dreams
#moon
#night
#sleep
#nightmares
58 reads
0 Comments
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