Dream Poetry

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Dream Poetry

  • The day seems good until you wake up.
    The world seems welcoming until you enter it.
    When the morning comes nothing seems good
    the moment my eyes open and until they are shut
    I feel like death would be better, safer, and more peaceful.
    But the moment my eyes are closed dreams come and take me.
    The dream of peace and happiness, the warmth and love.
    It may only last a moment but it gives me strength
    Strength for the day to come
    No matter what it be, a nightmare or a fantasy
    It seems better then life.
    Friends in my dreams never leave or change
    Time never passes to fast or to slow
    You are never forgotten or hated
    Nothing seems better and you start to feel happy.
    Then the sun comes up and your brought back,
    back to the truth of the world.
    The pain and sadness,
    The hate and fear of life washes over you
    and you wish you wouldn’t have open your eyes.
    You want to fall back into your welcoming sleep
    Where nothing goes wrong and you are always loved.

  • Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow-
    You are not wrong, who deem
    That my days have been a dream;
    Yet if hope has flown away
    In a night, or in a day,
    In a vision, or in none,
    Is it therefore the less gone?
    All that we see or seem
    Is but a dream within a dream.
    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand-
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep- while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?

  • Like a resort as you drift off at sleep,
    another world is waiting for you to keep.
    Where is your body when you are in your dream,
    Is everything really what it seems.
    In dreams, what you want comes true,
    Just let your dreams take you.
    Into an imaginary land, where you are the author,
    Where things have no meaning,
    And you have no feeling.
    Where your thoughts all drift together,
    Just don’t get caught in your dreams forever.

  • I don’t talk
    my lips part, and air pushes out,
    but the sound must not fit,
    because my thoughts are so big,
    So I don’t try to talk,
    my thoughts must be too good for
    words, for the air, for my lips,
    But they are just right for paper,
    my thoughts flow on paper,
    they are just big enough
    So I don’t talk
    I compose
    I write
    I dream

  • Close your eyes and spread your wings.
    Make a wish and dream good dreams.
    Don’t ever say, you’ll never tell.
    Cause life is short and very frail.
    Just be still and take a look.
    Before you know it, you’ll be hooked.
    Then once in a blink of an eye
    you’ll soon realize it was all a lie.
    Up you look and there they’re gone.
    Why two days feel so long?
    What was once there has disappeared.
    Now, love is the one thing to fear.
    Why say go when it was no?
    You open your eyes only to find,
    what lied there was your sign.
    So close your eyes and spread your wings.
    Make a good wish and LIVE your dreams!

  • I have neglected and regretted
    All this pain.
    And today was filled with
    So much shame.
    I’m exhausted now,
    From all my thoughts.
    And I don’t know how
    To make things stop!
    But I have a trick,
    Up my sleeve.
    To make things pause,
    For 8 hours at least.
    It comes late, after the sun
    Has vanished.
    To the point were stars,
    Sparkle like magic.
    It’s called a dream.
    My own little world,
    A place where people don’t even exist.
    But the things I love are at my fingertips.
    It lets me run, for only a little while.
    Giving my life time to breathe.
    And handing me something
    I know I can keep.
    Just let me dream.

  • I dream of a church on a beach,
    Where all go to preach
    I think of that beautiful beach,
    Which I know is beyond my reach
    I dream of a nation
    Without any dissension
    Where peace and prosperity rules
    Over the ocean blues
    I dream of taking a risk
    Of touching the blazing asterisk
    Although it is only a dream
    I wish to travel the realm
    I have a dream
    To eat an icy cream
    Which is far more luscious that any treat
    In this human world of greed
    I dream that I’m Megaman
    Soaring the skies like Superman
    Yet as sharp as Batman
    Mixed with the humor of Spiderman
    I know my delusion
    Is nothing but a mere illusion
    Yet to realize them I’ll try my best
    And on God I leave the rest

  • In visions of the dark night
    I have dreamed of joy departed—
    But a waking dream of life and light
    Hath left me broken-hearted.
    Ah! what is not a dream by day
    To him whose eyes are cast
    On things around him with a ray
    Turned back upon the past?
    That holy dream—that holy dream,
    While all the world were chiding,
    Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
    A lonely spirit guiding.
    What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
    So trembled from afar—
    What could there be more purely bright
    In Truth’s day-star?

  • To fling my arms wide
    In some place of the sun,
    To whirl and to dance
    Till the white day is done.
    Then rest at cool evening
    Beneath a tall tree
    While night comes on gently,
    Dark like me-
    That is my dream!
    To fling my arms wide
    In the face of the sun,
    Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
    Till the quick day is done.
    Rest at pale evening.
    A tall, slim tree.
    Night coming tenderly
    Black like me.

  • Once a dream did weave a shade
    O’er my Angel-guarded bed,
    That an Emmet lost its way
    Where on grass methought I lay.
    Troubled, ‘wilder’d, and forlorn,
    Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
    Over many a tangled spray,
    All heart-broken I heard her say:
    “O, my children! do they cry?
    Do they hear their father sigh?
    Now they look abroad to see:
    Now return and weep for me.”
    Pitying, I drop’d a tear;
    But I saw a glow-worm near,
    Who replied: “What wailing wight
    Calls the watchman of the night?
    “I am set to light the ground,
    While the beetle goes his round:
    Follow now the beetle’s hum;
    Little wanderer, hie thee home.”