Poems About Dreams by Top Critiquers
#dreams
Poems about dreams by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Sit Down and Enjoy the Show (Part 2)... I Had A Dream
Bob Ross spoke to me last night
in my dream he told me,
don't just use an off white
use any color your wife will produce internally
it will create a much happier picture
I gave the idea some thinking
suddenly
A small cardinal appeared on my window sill
I handled one of god's creatures with care
placed the cardinal in my Afro and felt free
I may try this experiment tonight
my girlfriend is coming over again
lets see what happens...
in my dream he told me,
don't just use an off white
use any color your wife will produce internally
it will create a much happier picture
I gave the idea some thinking
suddenly
A small cardinal appeared on my window sill
I handled one of god's creatures with care
placed the cardinal in my Afro and felt free
I may try this experiment tonight
my girlfriend is coming over again
lets see what happens...
#happiness
#dreams
#birds
#freedom
#art
86 reads
8 Comments
That Which is Strange to Me
Often I ponder during the light of day
About just how how much time I’ve wasted away
My goals and dreams once tied neatly with string
Somewhere along the line became insignificant things
His presence in my life consumed my thoughts and desires
His breath ignited the flames of a future I had hoped would burn brighter
Where hope was once extinguished a new promise was made
I believed in his safe harbor but I was just being played
Now my all my days have become dark and gray
I no longer wish for someone to come along and made the clouds go...
About just how how much time I’ve wasted away
My goals and dreams once tied neatly with string
Somewhere along the line became insignificant things
His presence in my life consumed my thoughts and desires
His breath ignited the flames of a future I had hoped would burn brighter
Where hope was once extinguished a new promise was made
I believed in his safe harbor but I was just being played
Now my all my days have become dark and gray
I no longer wish for someone to come along and made the clouds go...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#dreams
123 reads
22 Comments
THE POWER OF INCISIVENESS
YES,
"He who hesitates is lost,"
is a timely axiom.
The adjective incisive describes
something that is sharp,
decisive, and diverse.
One of the characteristics of
incisiveness is the ability
to make choices and act on them.
"You can't go forward by
looking in the rearview mirror."
The one who practices incisiveness
is focused on a target, not random
but specific actions achieving reality.
While incisiveness is not 100% possible
but can be clear and strong enough
to take specific steps toward the goal.
Take...
"He who hesitates is lost,"
is a timely axiom.
The adjective incisive describes
something that is sharp,
decisive, and diverse.
One of the characteristics of
incisiveness is the ability
to make choices and act on them.
"You can't go forward by
looking in the rearview mirror."
The one who practices incisiveness
is focused on a target, not random
but specific actions achieving reality.
While incisiveness is not 100% possible
but can be clear and strong enough
to take specific steps toward the goal.
Take...
#happiness
#dreams
#motivational
#inspirational
#determination
313 reads
6 Comments
I Worship The Night Sky
And nothing more
Except for you
Full moon
Half moon
It's never really
Mattered to me.
What does count
Is the moon shines
For you and I
The stars dance
Up in the sky
Bowing below
A moon washed sky
I wonder if
You're thinking of me
And missing me tonight
Except for you
Full moon
Half moon
It's never really
Mattered to me.
What does count
Is the moon shines
For you and I
The stars dance
Up in the sky
Bowing below
A moon washed sky
I wonder if
You're thinking of me
And missing me tonight
#dreams
#moon
#night
218 reads
8 Comments
Ironia
Sun glossed white puffed sky.
Ironic imaginings.
Poised to darkly die.
Ironic imaginings.
Poised to darkly die.
#dreams
#death
#clouds #heaven
#clouds #heaven
64 reads
17 Comments
Imprinted Souls
listening to my soul I am spellbound
cast into the universes
an immortal bound to the earth
fate tips her hand
and leads me deep into my searching
sanctifying the way
sared in the art of understanding
I peer at the mortal
gleaning knowledge
gone far and wide
I seek the hidden gems
other souls cast here also
revealing a beauty so ancient
close held secrets beckon I come closer
bidden to enter a knowing
reaching a point in my being where I am forgiving
taking note of the obscene
the macabre...
cast into the universes
an immortal bound to the earth
fate tips her hand
and leads me deep into my searching
sanctifying the way
sared in the art of understanding
I peer at the mortal
gleaning knowledge
gone far and wide
I seek the hidden gems
other souls cast here also
revealing a beauty so ancient
close held secrets beckon I come closer
bidden to enter a knowing
reaching a point in my being where I am forgiving
taking note of the obscene
the macabre...
#love
#beauty
#dreams
#dragons
#unicorns
134 reads
7 Comments
Morpheus Reveals: Magnum Opus
i became
a field of soft fern
an evening meadow
a transmuted soul
consumed
by white mushrooms
and long blades of grass
planting their roots
in my veins
i’m afraid of
what they’ll do to me
so i rip them all out
but the fungi remains
too deep to
uproot
now an IV tube
its spores spotting
my left forearm
over scars burning red
where skin once bled
what does it want
from body and flesh?
does it not
want me dead?
...
a field of soft fern
an evening meadow
a transmuted soul
consumed
by white mushrooms
and long blades of grass
planting their roots
in my veins
i’m afraid of
what they’ll do to me
so i rip them all out
but the fungi remains
too deep to
uproot
now an IV tube
its spores spotting
my left forearm
over scars burning red
where skin once bled
what does it want
from body and flesh?
does it not
want me dead?
...
#dreams
#spiritual
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
#healing
487 reads
6 Comments
Yasmine
in her mind she
dances through
stories pages
unwritten
words
unspoken
amber autums
whispering trees
mystic ley lines
maple leaves
tangerine
sunrises
silver linings
tiding the ebbs
& flows of life
She’s prose
unread a tale
untold one day
she’ll write her own
dances through
stories pages
unwritten
words
unspoken
amber autums
whispering trees
mystic ley lines
maple leaves
tangerine
sunrises
silver linings
tiding the ebbs
& flows of life
She’s prose
unread a tale
untold one day
she’ll write her own
#dreams
1178 reads
31 Comments
I the romantic
our long journey
I the romantic
you in the cross hairs of desire
a storm and quagmire
unrequited longing
a poet's long winding road
leading to your center
one love poem at a time
I the romantic
you in the cross hairs of desire
a storm and quagmire
unrequited longing
a poet's long winding road
leading to your center
one love poem at a time
#love
#dreams
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
338 reads
30 Comments
it's a start...
he slipped in under cover of night
sifted through the seams of unfiltered dreams
and crept into my restless slumber
calloused fingers tracing my shape
(so unlike your manicured hands)
imprinting sacred runes upon my aura
their glow a pale white spread
suffusing my suddenly fevered flesh
his shadowed eyes traveled my writhing curvature
leaving scorch marks wherever they landed
tiny sparks arcing off my body
seeking...reaching for his touch
and as lips (that weren't yours) pressed against mine
...I nearly cried
aching for...
sifted through the seams of unfiltered dreams
and crept into my restless slumber
calloused fingers tracing my shape
(so unlike your manicured hands)
imprinting sacred runes upon my aura
their glow a pale white spread
suffusing my suddenly fevered flesh
his shadowed eyes traveled my writhing curvature
leaving scorch marks wherever they landed
tiny sparks arcing off my body
seeking...reaching for his touch
and as lips (that weren't yours) pressed against mine
...I nearly cried
aching for...
#dreams
#lover
#MovingOn #sensual
#MovingOn #sensual
174 reads
2 Comments
shedding this skin
i feel
walled in,
towering
stone
buildings,
it's time
to be
moving on,
no more
unnatural
lights
over me,
i need
that winged
breeze,
to find
that peace,
move on,
part ways
and let
tomorrow
devour
everything
behind me.
walled in,
towering
stone
buildings,
it's time
to be
moving on,
no more
unnatural
lights
over me,
i need
that winged
breeze,
to find
that peace,
move on,
part ways
and let
tomorrow
devour
everything
behind me.
#strength
#hope
#dreams
#escape
#emotions
49 reads
6 Comments
THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS
#sex
#erotic
#dreams #rhyming
#dreams #rhyming
324 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Dreams by Top Critiquers