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.
Cubismic
Six sides to every story
whenever it is told
by anyone so bold
as to try something new
Perhaps a different hue
a different tinge
that just might make one cringe
in the pursuit of art
Or maybe pulling things apart
shuffling them around
no longer bound
by the structure of things
Devils spawning wings
to fly about the room
trying so hard to groom
with just paint and brush
Always in such a rush
to say what must be said
kill...
whenever it is told
by anyone so bold
as to try something new
Perhaps a different hue
a different tinge
that just might make one cringe
in the pursuit of art
Or maybe pulling things apart
shuffling them around
no longer bound
by the structure of things
Devils spawning wings
to fly about the room
trying so hard to groom
with just paint and brush
Always in such a rush
to say what must be said
kill...
#dreams
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Something In the Mirror
A coagulation of ideas,
congregations around the bleeding
dreams of yesterday, while the remains
of a life slowly drain away
I often tug at the scab of unrealized
creations, yearning for things long since
taken away, it's the invisible scars that
often hurt the most
Had love been the cure, the candle in my
heart might still burn, alas there is only cold
where warmth once was, and an emptiness
from whence a universe is born
So deep the fantasy, to reality there is
no return, only the continuous walk between ...
congregations around the bleeding
dreams of yesterday, while the remains
of a life slowly drain away
I often tug at the scab of unrealized
creations, yearning for things long since
taken away, it's the invisible scars that
often hurt the most
Had love been the cure, the candle in my
heart might still burn, alas there is only cold
where warmth once was, and an emptiness
from whence a universe is born
So deep the fantasy, to reality there is
no return, only the continuous walk between ...
#sadness
#grief
#dreams
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Togetherness
I see your face in the mist
of our dreams, as I reach for you
we transcend into smoke wafting
into our private heaven
In the cold blackness of space
we feel ourselves together, making
love that supersedes reality, transforming
scars into stars as we supernova
Bathing in pools of pleasure
an ecstasy born from the blood
of fantasy, as we collide little drops of
reality fall upon our lips
The arousal of anticipation breathes
deeply the sky and the time of dreams
comes to its climax, the smoke clears ...
of our dreams, as I reach for you
we transcend into smoke wafting
into our private heaven
In the cold blackness of space
we feel ourselves together, making
love that supersedes reality, transforming
scars into stars as we supernova
Bathing in pools of pleasure
an ecstasy born from the blood
of fantasy, as we collide little drops of
reality fall upon our lips
The arousal of anticipation breathes
deeply the sky and the time of dreams
comes to its climax, the smoke clears ...
#dreams
#love
#magic
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Train of Thought
As I finally find myself
leaving the rainy station
on a mental vacation
speeding down the tracks
Finally able to relax
as I while away the day
listening to the sound
of footsteps on the ground
From a woman on the hill
now sitting by her sill
opening up an old tome
to find her favorite poem
She licks her finger slick
trying to find her pick
turning page after page
to the perfect verse
For better or for worse
there reading about a train
embarking in the rain
as I finally...
leaving the rainy station
on a mental vacation
speeding down the tracks
Finally able to relax
as I while away the day
listening to the sound
of footsteps on the ground
From a woman on the hill
now sitting by her sill
opening up an old tome
to find her favorite poem
She licks her finger slick
trying to find her pick
turning page after page
to the perfect verse
For better or for worse
there reading about a train
embarking in the rain
as I finally...
#dreams
#WritingPoetry
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Otherworld
My love, beautiful and perfected
leave your realm of light behind
follow your heart to me,
my dark soul calls to you
from across this vast expanse
reach out to me now.
In these depths, void of all light,
still my heart burns for you,
a deep longing permeates my soul
Your beauty, is an all consuming fire
reducing my will to ashes.
Come take my hand,
abandon your inhibitions,
I will lead you to another place
not of this universe
...
leave your realm of light behind
follow your heart to me,
my dark soul calls to you
from across this vast expanse
reach out to me now.
In these depths, void of all light,
still my heart burns for you,
a deep longing permeates my soul
Your beauty, is an all consuming fire
reducing my will to ashes.
Come take my hand,
abandon your inhibitions,
I will lead you to another place
not of this universe
...
#love
#dreams
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Old man caught jerking off

#lust
#sex
#dreams
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Autumn Daydreams
What do leaves dream about
when they finally do flout
all of the rules
changing their verdant shades
Show off all their fall luster
along with such bluster
on a breezy autumn day
that now seems out of season
Looking more like oil paint
than any true feint
to fool everyone
except this poetic mind
Even as the waning sun
has finally begun
to make his wintered plans
heading south for warm inspiration
While I start out on my way
on this crisp October day
not knowing what I will...
when they finally do flout
all of the rules
changing their verdant shades
Show off all their fall luster
along with such bluster
on a breezy autumn day
that now seems out of season
Looking more like oil paint
than any true feint
to fool everyone
except this poetic mind
Even as the waning sun
has finally begun
to make his wintered plans
heading south for warm inspiration
While I start out on my way
on this crisp October day
not knowing what I will...
#dreams
#fall
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Threshold
It is this line I now cross
this coin I do toss
into any random fountain
or high off of any craggy mountain
Abandoning what was
if only just because
my feet know the way
these brief lines need their say
Seeking any real reprieve
while I wear my heart on my sleeve
just another fashion statement
another hazard in need of abatement
Knowing all the while
ever single Cheshire smile
leads to another fat cat
no matter where I am at
As I race Alice to the end
of my favorite Earl Grey blend...
this coin I do toss
into any random fountain
or high off of any craggy mountain
Abandoning what was
if only just because
my feet know the way
these brief lines need their say
Seeking any real reprieve
while I wear my heart on my sleeve
just another fashion statement
another hazard in need of abatement
Knowing all the while
ever single Cheshire smile
leads to another fat cat
no matter where I am at
As I race Alice to the end
of my favorite Earl Grey blend...
#dreams
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
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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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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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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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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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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Dreams