Least Read Poems About Dreams
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Least read poems about dreams. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
13th May 2024 00:31am
13th May 2024 00:31am
In a certain village...
In a certain village once there lived a peasant waiting eternally
for something to happen and so, comrade, I shall tell you a story
in the old fashion. There was a Smith, you see,
a bearded Blacksmith and he
had a daughter sharp and smart and beardless as can be
and very virtuous was she and some folks said she looked a bit like
a young Debbie Harry maybe
circa 1979
and she too was atomic nineteen
which makes me think of Potassium
which is of course necessary for the normal functioning
of all cells and...
for something to happen and so, comrade, I shall tell you a story
in the old fashion. There was a Smith, you see,
a bearded Blacksmith and he
had a daughter sharp and smart and beardless as can be
and very virtuous was she and some folks said she looked a bit like
a young Debbie Harry maybe
circa 1979
and she too was atomic nineteen
which makes me think of Potassium
which is of course necessary for the normal functioning
of all cells and...
#dreams
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Thor_Azine
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 6:41pm
25th Jun 2024 6:41pm
Slip Into My Dream
Parched in the dry acrid atmosphere of
abandonment I stepped aimlessly into
your words, drips of pain fell from them
onto my lips quenching a deep thirst
for connection and truth
I wonder if somehow you are written
there within the roadmap of my scars,
a pathway to perdition, or some oracle
unto oblivion
The taste of either is sweet upon my
tongue yet bitter within my heart, for I
am built to feel having never touched
and love is but a ghost roaming the
chasms of an empty man
Still, there is...
abandonment I stepped aimlessly into
your words, drips of pain fell from them
onto my lips quenching a deep thirst
for connection and truth
I wonder if somehow you are written
there within the roadmap of my scars,
a pathway to perdition, or some oracle
unto oblivion
The taste of either is sweet upon my
tongue yet bitter within my heart, for I
am built to feel having never touched
and love is but a ghost roaming the
chasms of an empty man
Still, there is...
#dreams
#hurt
#love #mystery
#love #mystery
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
1st Jan 2019 6:39pm
Jupiter Series: III, Barometer
in another world, the Ocean stays with us
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
leaning its tremulous watershed head
to the car window it has rolled up,
preferring now to sleep, untossed.
it is quite comfortable bumping along
buffering its eyes through what transpires.
it dreams of shifts and electrocardiograms,
elevators and chance, of bonding with air
on the three hundred and seventeenth floor;
as the moving chute nets, nets and more,
the pile-up Ocean only understands as WHY?
and WHO ARE YOU, ARE YOU? to aspirate.
it...
#dreams
#universe
#philosophical #morality
#philosophical #morality
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FeNyX
Poem Published
15th Mar 2021 10:51pm
15th Mar 2021 10:51pm
Fused Confusion
Falling through the aether once more
Chaos and nonsense add to the call
Running and standing all the same
Black and white all colorfully insane
Chaos and nonsense add to the call
Running and standing all the same
Black and white all colorfully insane
#dreams
#nightmares
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10 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
26th Jan 2021 7:18pm
26th Jan 2021 7:18pm
My Life As A Book
I like sunrises
Stilled water mirrors
The breeze blowing through spring trees
And moving wildflowers about their stillness
I like the spray in my face
Pistons rumbling under a long sleek hood
The sun beating my brow squinting
The music pumping its funky beat grooving
The wind in my hair
The pull of gravity in all directions
Aerobatics at the limits of reason
Playing on the edges of all and everythings
I like hanging with good friends
Making something out of nothing
Laughing about it all ...
Stilled water mirrors
The breeze blowing through spring trees
And moving wildflowers about their stillness
I like the spray in my face
Pistons rumbling under a long sleek hood
The sun beating my brow squinting
The music pumping its funky beat grooving
The wind in my hair
The pull of gravity in all directions
Aerobatics at the limits of reason
Playing on the edges of all and everythings
I like hanging with good friends
Making something out of nothing
Laughing about it all ...
#love
#dreams
#LifeGoals
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FeNyX
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2021 9:29am
2nd Feb 2021 9:29am
k- Present Incoherent
I sleep infrequently and sparingly. The apartment is too cold and too hot and I think it's just me. It's as cluttered as my mind is these days. My practical memory ... google, and my personal memory riddled with mysteries.
I dream tales ... stories, fantasies, horrors ... truths? I don't know. One night I am a mighty King, loved and revered for wisdom and a child must be split ... and Mother defers ... and I wake sweating. Another I'm a soldier with a flint musket, rushing up a hill bayonet affixed and ready to skewer a Redcoat with young terrified eyes. I run him through and...
I dream tales ... stories, fantasies, horrors ... truths? I don't know. One night I am a mighty King, loved and revered for wisdom and a child must be split ... and Mother defers ... and I wake sweating. Another I'm a soldier with a flint musket, rushing up a hill bayonet affixed and ready to skewer a Redcoat with young terrified eyes. I run him through and...
#love
#dreams
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FeNyX
Poem Published
8th Feb 2021 6:21am
8th Feb 2021 6:21am
Midnight ... In the Midst Of The Madness You Infected Me With
Middle of the night ...
The dark as ink writes its own tattles
In the shadows of the mind
The sleepless fight their lonely battles
Some peacefully some fitfully
Some confused some in nightly defeats
Some victorious some sensually aroused
Some in monotonous languor and endless repeats
Speeding neurons vying for the top spot
Circling the pathways like rats in a race
Streams of faux consciousness blaring
Filling voids under the psyche's hidden space
The pinpoint of light...
The dark as ink writes its own tattles
In the shadows of the mind
The sleepless fight their lonely battles
Some peacefully some fitfully
Some confused some in nightly defeats
Some victorious some sensually aroused
Some in monotonous languor and endless repeats
Speeding neurons vying for the top spot
Circling the pathways like rats in a race
Streams of faux consciousness blaring
Filling voids under the psyche's hidden space
The pinpoint of light...
#dreams
#sleep
#love #spiritual
#love #spiritual
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FeNyX
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 7:55pm
17th Sep 2022 7:55pm
Post Atomic Punk Witch Queen Of The City
Standing with her hand on her hip silhouetted by the dreams of her childhood
And dwarfed by the dreams of her maturity
Seen in her sex slinging swagger
As a warning to all who dare oppose her
Sword held loosely
Eyes burning fiercely
Mind turning furiously
Tongue slicing murderously
She whispers curses
And screams praises
She thinks peacefully
And acts purposefully
The Post Atomic Witch Queen of the city
Owns her life all of it
Never question her motives
Just watch her moves
Every single...
And dwarfed by the dreams of her maturity
Seen in her sex slinging swagger
As a warning to all who dare oppose her
Sword held loosely
Eyes burning fiercely
Mind turning furiously
Tongue slicing murderously
She whispers curses
And screams praises
She thinks peacefully
And acts purposefully
The Post Atomic Witch Queen of the city
Owns her life all of it
Never question her motives
Just watch her moves
Every single...
#love
#dreams
#surreal
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
24th Nov 2019 9:22pm
24th Nov 2019 9:22pm
Playful act 2; The Two of Us
The essence of secrecies and magical inquiries
Is as feasible as needs could be pleased,
….Certainly
A wished-for act of playfulness
….Indeed
As master of my musicality,
“you know how to make my winsome drip”,
while your manhood stripped away,
my covet,
As Eve.....heaven’s baby
In awe of you ...….my rib giver,
I as she , as she is I ,
Bites my lips; he thrilled my
Chocolate skin …. mixed sensation,
of honey bees sting,
Tapped into motions…simmered into waters; his hotness,
Strawberries, cherries and...
Is as feasible as needs could be pleased,
….Certainly
A wished-for act of playfulness
….Indeed
As master of my musicality,
“you know how to make my winsome drip”,
while your manhood stripped away,
my covet,
As Eve.....heaven’s baby
In awe of you ...….my rib giver,
I as she , as she is I ,
Bites my lips; he thrilled my
Chocolate skin …. mixed sensation,
of honey bees sting,
Tapped into motions…simmered into waters; his hotness,
Strawberries, cherries and...
#love
#romantic
#dreams #sensual
#dreams #sensual
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
14th Jun 2020 5:30pm
14th Jun 2020 5:30pm
Through The Eyes of a Child
Clean and white like snow,
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.
While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,
Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...
A peek in the light of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds shaped like...
Fresh and transparent scent of radiant tones,
Smile of thousand Angel’s songs ,
caused acres to bloom.
While bees sipped honeys,
A laughter amid a walk
To plow seeds of joy along the coast,
Whispers of birds in forest trees,
Told stories of the ABC’s carved in their trunks,
Blown away by a breeze,
Happiness took flight in the midst of the blue...
A peek in the light of the sun....not pursued,
In need of a well to fill up a thirsty cup,
A gaze at grey clouds shaped like...
#dreams
#Fanfiction
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
#daughter
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 10:48am
28th Dec 2018 10:48am
loosening
imagination
is ejected
from the rocket
drained
of blood
through the pores
into hot air
seeped
into the hairline
fractures
of future canyons
hissed
through the gently
popped
latex
of the ozone
the parrot is on
the lam
the atmosphere jets
dreams
the stories are
vulnerable
is ejected
from the rocket
drained
of blood
through the pores
into hot air
seeped
into the hairline
fractures
of future canyons
hissed
through the gently
popped
latex
of the ozone
the parrot is on
the lam
the atmosphere jets
dreams
the stories are
vulnerable
#dreams
#magic
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Jan 2019 3:55am
24th Jan 2019 3:55am
Jupiter Series: IV, Wishes of a Giant
I am so turned around the sun
that rises dim. There is water found
everywhere else. My parts always moving;
a dream of inertia echoing in the streaks.
Time travel by plankton, motor, and taxes,
mountains blessed by a lackadaisical sun’s hand,
confection of gold, burned by stars at night
intricating the layers of shark-teeth and snow in a cool array.
My body bloomed from their sharpness, the wishes
in an arrear of berries in a stream
sending off their bright color- a message,
forwarded wards of my spun state- for the...
that rises dim. There is water found
everywhere else. My parts always moving;
a dream of inertia echoing in the streaks.
Time travel by plankton, motor, and taxes,
mountains blessed by a lackadaisical sun’s hand,
confection of gold, burned by stars at night
intricating the layers of shark-teeth and snow in a cool array.
My body bloomed from their sharpness, the wishes
in an arrear of berries in a stream
sending off their bright color- a message,
forwarded wards of my spun state- for the...
#dreams
#astronomy
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