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.
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Spent moon ~ Héloïse
Go back and put
where you once stood
the book on Bluebeard you held
as I hoped you would.
No-bodies else, ever going to care for his dynasty
and not now,
on how it had once a hold on you,
as you once had a hold on me.
How you carry other namesWon’t you stay for tea,
wishes a tri-seminar
on your natural plea,
sign away your limited company.
You can afford the case but not the violin.
so nigh to night; a sconce so big to hold
up a burning tree ...
where you once stood
the book on Bluebeard you held
as I hoped you would.
No-bodies else, ever going to care for his dynasty
and not now,
on how it had once a hold on you,
as you once had a hold on me.
How you carry other namesWon’t you stay for tea,
wishes a tri-seminar
on your natural plea,
sign away your limited company.
You can afford the case but not the violin.
so nigh to night; a sconce so big to hold
up a burning tree ...
#admiration
#dreams
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Antares Scorpius
and I also want to thank Deep Underground Poetry
The place where many poets went to cut their teeth
D.U. offered a home to many of us
Where we shared our creations
Where we refined our skills
A place of camaraderie and community
The years I spent there were a great lesson
I learned to develop my work
Grow and expand my mind
The time I was there I was able to connect
With talented writers and artists
Who influenced me and are now part of my life
Thank you Deep Underground
Thank you D.U. poets
You are all shining...
The place where many poets went to cut their teeth
D.U. offered a home to many of us
Where we shared our creations
Where we refined our skills
A place of camaraderie and community
The years I spent there were a great lesson
I learned to develop my work
Grow and expand my mind
The time I was there I was able to connect
With talented writers and artists
Who influenced me and are now part of my life
Thank you Deep Underground
Thank you D.U. poets
You are all shining...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#stars
#universe
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Where am I?
In my dreams, I am flying.
Almost weightless; feeling free.
I find the small entrance to the vast unknown.
Hesitating for a moment,
my likeness remains on the periphery
frozen in time on the edge of the horizon.
My body floats, then falls,
rushing and accelerating.
An immense force pulls me taut
like a piece of spaghetti.
I hurtle, feet-first, through the darkness,
because somebody has turned out the light.
It's chaotic in here; crushing and stifling.
Am I speeding up or slowing down?
All I know is that I'm...
Almost weightless; feeling free.
I find the small entrance to the vast unknown.
Hesitating for a moment,
my likeness remains on the periphery
frozen in time on the edge of the horizon.
My body floats, then falls,
rushing and accelerating.
An immense force pulls me taut
like a piece of spaghetti.
I hurtle, feet-first, through the darkness,
because somebody has turned out the light.
It's chaotic in here; crushing and stifling.
Am I speeding up or slowing down?
All I know is that I'm...
#dreams
#myself
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Where Fairies Once Dwelt
Return to me my fairy friends
As we shall sing, and dance
Whilst making merry
Fireflies, hover upon the midnight air
Like pirouetting candlelight
Caught, within a corner of the eye
Fanciful flickerings
Light up this dingly dell
Along with the silken wingbeat
A myriad of colours
As fairy dust falls
Lost within a golden haze
Of forgotten magic
by Jemia
As we shall sing, and dance
Whilst making merry
Fireflies, hover upon the midnight air
Like pirouetting candlelight
Caught, within a corner of the eye
Fanciful flickerings
Light up this dingly dell
Along with the silken wingbeat
A myriad of colours
As fairy dust falls
Lost within a golden haze
Of forgotten magic
by Jemia
#dreams
#fairies
#magic #nature
#magic #nature
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Mardi Gras Dreamer
Mardi Gras Dreamer
songbird
lost in the parade
gathers doubloons
that shine purple and gold
like Royal coinage
from the majesty of floats
with crowds yelling
throw me something mister
but the wealth of love
in her heart
is a treasure chest
for the Mardi Gras in her soul
that Ash Wednesday cannot vanquish
when the priest smudges a reminder
that life returns to dust
upon her furrowed brow
but she knows like a Pythian oracle
that her spirit will shine
like the eyes of the sun
in a Rio...
songbird
lost in the parade
gathers doubloons
that shine purple and gold
like Royal coinage
from the majesty of floats
with crowds yelling
throw me something mister
but the wealth of love
in her heart
is a treasure chest
for the Mardi Gras in her soul
that Ash Wednesday cannot vanquish
when the priest smudges a reminder
that life returns to dust
upon her furrowed brow
but she knows like a Pythian oracle
that her spirit will shine
like the eyes of the sun
in a Rio...
#city
#dreams
#holiday
#love
#romantic
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You Never Know When Murder Will Strike
After a night of some intense bowling, I saw this awesome pair of bowling shoes near the counter. They weren't black and red. They were yellow & blue.
Plus, they were my size.
The colors looked great!
I decided to snatch them.
Some pimply, out of shape manager with greasy, dandruff filled black hair stopped me right before exiting the building.
He said, "Sir, where are you going with those shoes?"
I said, "These are for me. Is that ok?"
He snatched them out my hand and said, "I never want to see you here ever again." ...
Plus, they were my size.
The colors looked great!
I decided to snatch them.
Some pimply, out of shape manager with greasy, dandruff filled black hair stopped me right before exiting the building.
He said, "Sir, where are you going with those shoes?"
I said, "These are for me. Is that ok?"
He snatched them out my hand and said, "I never want to see you here ever again." ...
#dreams
#fiction
#horror #ShortStory
#horror #ShortStory
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First Summer Monsoon
15/30
First Summer Monsoon
Daily threats of the first
tepid, sometimes cool
light breezes often
partnered with wonderful
overcast skies
This pushes my mood
sitting on a beach, any beach
waves, waving, coming
tippy-toeing – Yes!!
I feel the imaginative frore
I will myself to forget
pending hell like heat
forget everything
and just breathe
or hold me breath
‘til this year’s 1st monsoon
56 unique words
First Summer Monsoon
Daily threats of the first
tepid, sometimes cool
light breezes often
partnered with wonderful
overcast skies
This pushes my mood
sitting on a beach, any beach
waves, waving, coming
tippy-toeing – Yes!!
I feel the imaginative frore
I will myself to forget
pending hell like heat
forget everything
and just breathe
or hold me breath
‘til this year’s 1st monsoon
56 unique words
#dreams
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
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I Have no fear as I believe
Have no fear when one door 🧧 closes another door shall open 🚪 for that's the true cycle of life. 🙏 For sure there will always be lots of trials and tribulations, having you asking one important real question❓
How come I can't find a door 🚪 to open in my favor 🤨 it's not that I've haven't been trying desperately, to gain access to have a better future 😞 for myself to have a brighter future for my family of dreams. Yet still I keep trying to gain access but to my surprise, I can't find a door 🚪 to remove the limits of...
How come I can't find a door 🚪 to open in my favor 🤨 it's not that I've haven't been trying desperately, to gain access to have a better future 😞 for myself to have a brighter future for my family of dreams. Yet still I keep trying to gain access but to my surprise, I can't find a door 🚪 to remove the limits of...
#determination
#dreams
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#PersonalGrowth
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Byrds
In the sky was one bird, then another while I stood with my people; first, it was a white Hawk that I had called out to my people and shot at with no precision, and it seemed to have been grazed. As I noticed a dip in the hawk's flight pattern, a second bird, that was Swift, almost appeared outta thin air; it had feathers that were white, thick, and unfettered. The beak of the animal had the appearance of 24k gold as it gleamed from the sun behind me. Its sharp, long talons were nothing to be taken lightly. This wasn't your typical eagle it was a harpy. As I raised my head to the skies I...
#animals
#dreams
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Foreplay
I think about that pretty boy,
The golfer Rory McIlroy,
As you penetrate my behind
And talk trash in ways so unkind.
You keep on, while I daydream,
Until you fill me up with cream;
That's when I echo out "Rory,"
Feeling wet and full of glory.
Then I turn around, and "Oh no,"
I realize it's not Sexy Ro;
Rather, I used you as foreplay --
Nevertheless, you made my day!
The golfer Rory McIlroy,
As you penetrate my behind
And talk trash in ways so unkind.
You keep on, while I daydream,
Until you fill me up with cream;
That's when I echo out "Rory,"
Feeling wet and full of glory.
Then I turn around, and "Oh no,"
I realize it's not Sexy Ro;
Rather, I used you as foreplay --
Nevertheless, you made my day!
#dreams
#erotic
#gay
#LGBT
#sex
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daydream
stevie smith said I was cheating
on her
with dorothy parker but I said I don’t know
what you mean ..
on her
with dorothy parker but I said I don’t know
what you mean ..
#dreams
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A Goose Egg Moon
Luna was flying high tonight
thick with her beams of love
on intertidal wave delight
and shimmer flux thereof.
She teased the tilting bath for birds
with water sparkle there;
far, far, too beautiful for words...
was her reflected flair.
In zenith glow no match for day
I still could see the blooms
of rosemary on full display...
as peacocks would their plumes!
I'd love this sky some more to browse
but yawning overwhelms
when moonbeams coax my soul to drowse...
into Morphean realms!
thick with her beams of love
on intertidal wave delight
and shimmer flux thereof.
She teased the tilting bath for birds
with water sparkle there;
far, far, too beautiful for words...
was her reflected flair.
In zenith glow no match for day
I still could see the blooms
of rosemary on full display...
as peacocks would their plumes!
I'd love this sky some more to browse
but yawning overwhelms
when moonbeams coax my soul to drowse...
into Morphean realms!
#dreams
#moon
#sleep
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