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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....





Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Anxious Dissolution

IV

A soul was broken to make room
For dusty halls and labyrinths.
A gossamer, nylon bed-sheet shroud
Enwraps the remnants of that mind.
And no excuses can be made; 
This disease does not justify that one.
I do not sleep deeply, I do not wake easily,
I dream of cities built on sand,
Next to the swelling sea.
Oh, they should have lasted.
Why should they fall?
I dream of timber horses,
Brought between those city walls.
We should have known; we should have known better.

III

But, I am not an honest mystic;
Beware what you ask of me.
I will show truths within the liar's tapestry.
But, you will not believe; no, you cannot believe.

II

I howled for my motherland
When the mutiny began.
I heard the cry of treason; heard the cry and ran.
I saw blood be spilled,
Some of it my own, then
Felt the rest boil, that this could happen in my home.
I saw the battle through, until the very end,
Then wished the traitors pardoned,
Because they were my friends.

I

I cannot tell the difference
Between the sleeping and the dead,
So, I will dole out blankets, and keep the kettle on.
The streets are cracked and dirty,
And they all appear the same:
Shattered glass and roofing tacks
Where I place my bare and weary feet.
I don't want to go on.
But, I must rebuild; I must rebuild.
I have no grass to lay,
The trees and flowers will not grow,
So, I shall use nothing, but mortar, brick, and stone.
It's not the same; it is not the same,
But, I shall call it home.

Copyright © Kristen Varwig | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme | |

I Used To Be a Dreamer

I used to be a dreamer Growing up within my mind, I was no heavy sleeper By creativity confined I used to be a hero One day, and then the next I could've been Jack Sparrow Prancing between the decks I used to live in a circus With carousels and flying cats, I'd muck about without a purpose All day out, with Mr. Tall Hat I used to be a rarity From anyone else, I was unique I used to live in fantasy Believed in fairy tales, even magic Today, I am another person As normal as they define Too scared to be uncommon Afraid to be left behind Today, I live in blunt reality A world of black and white, that outlaws every little oddity and punish them on sight I have been dead before, When they took my dreams away.

Copyright © Christy NP | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Dream, And Dream, And Dream

I'll Dream

. And Dream

. . And Dream

I'll dream until my soul awakes, And it's time for youth to part I'll dream until my passion breaks, And this child's abandoned heart I'll dream a lost and former friend, The innocence I've held to tight Before the colors blur, and blend, I'll dream of who I was tonight Before my tears drip down, and dry, I'll dream with colors pure and gold Before the innocence inside me dies, And childhood is hardened cold I'll dream as if absorbed in youth, Illusion moonlight show'ring light Blind to pain and awful truth, I'll dream of who I was tonight.
10/6/2011 "Dreams"

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme | |

A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Rebirth

Ignite,
The missing light,
Forget,
What's behind.
Just believe,
That love comes again...

'Cause,
The skies,
Are like a hard glide,
In a shining rainbow's light...

All dreams and fantasies,
Can be reality,
'Cause fantasy,
Is based on reality...
But all histories aren't the same...

'Cause,
Sometimes, we dive,
In our lives...

So,
Don't judge,
For what you see,
Judge,
For what it is...,
'Cause time passes,
But, memories remain...

And,
Listen,
To your heart,
'Cause,
The body, does,
The mind, thinks,
And, the heart, feels...,
While, the soul, lives...

So,
Always remember,
To remember the past,
To live the present,
And to wait and pursue the future...

Listen to your heart,
Before you are telling goodbye,
'Cause destiny,
Might lead to demise...,
But, remember that destiny can be changed...

Life is unpredictable,
But space and time,
Could be controlled...
And even if some die,
We may survive...

Remember,
That life,
Might have an endless beginning...

All that remains,
Is to be reborn...

Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.




Copyright © James Ray Morris | Year Posted 2010

Details | Tanka | |

Tanka 3

Tanka 3 children so carefree laugh while sand castles topple in the sea… shattered dreams may bring teardrops in maturity © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~7th Place~ Contest: Tanka 3: Return To Ten Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Judged: 03/27/2015
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Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

I would like to fly away - - -

To soar, take wing, take flight, glide ~ Be detached, apart from this life's reality Where past sorrows shroud my remembering To seal the heavy door to the past And to flutter on the edge of dreams To tremble, hover, grasping, peaceful and happy In imagination, floating and drifting Like a breathtaking butterfly with gossamer wings But then, but then ~ The cold fingers of the past come creeping Monsters, ogres, beasts of the long ago Memories screaming, shrieking, shattering my soul The beautiful lost in the carnage Oh the tears, the weeping, the eternal floating sadness The heavy door to the past is bolted, secure Impenetrable with many padlocks and thick chains Where anguish and bliss entwine in an endless battle And happiness died long, long ago But from time to time, whispering A single memory finds a way From under that weighty door locked, chained And I crush the sweetness to my broken heart, weeping . . . April 28, 2013 Free Verse

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet | |

ONYX DREAM

I dreamed a black; an onyx lake
before the sun’s first dawning rays
its surface marble smooth and makes
no sound without the warmth of day

I saw myself; a ghost it seemed
stripped naked on the grassy floor
beneath the waning moon’s cold beams
just staring at the other shore

From far away a whip-poor-will
called lonely, just a sleepy song
it tickled in the morning chill
and broke the water’s pull – so strong

to slip into that silent space
where never lived a false love’s face

Copyright © Carolina Yankee | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .
Words

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Alive

And we are left here Like maggots—dirty, parentless…devastated Always feeding on the gruel…the cruel Fattening our lives in the moneyless bilk Shocking like a bee sting, yet soft as silk We are the forgotten I am watching the others grow rotten But I am cleansed and raw with glee Because…though blinded with slime…I SEE… I rise to the sound of the agonizing screams Of rapes, murders, of violent fists…weeping minds My definition of true finds… I smile when any possible hope arrives Fate laughs, knowing I constantly scream inside I am amused of it all…I can’t stop laughing As bitter tears began to fall I HATE ALL OF YOU… I WANT TO KILL YOU ALL… But I love that I can take anything From the nothing we have all been labeled The sick, the low…the mentally unstable Watch me roll up in a ball A naughty tease to death’s lull I love your silence… I love your intense fall And we are more alive than any of you We are crazed by your belligerence Aching to be emotionless SHARE YOUR INDIFFERENCE SHARE IT… Give us something to be left with So the others can die As Fate veers its head looking in the mirror Listen to her laughter—do you hear her? She watches and waits To find her maggots have grown wings… Screw your selfish indifference...we fall to fly We are more alive than any of you Though quickly we die

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |

Mystery

To a heart that can not yet forget

the moments he spent,

the beats that eventually stopped

at the same moment when

out of that door, people stepped!

 

To a heart that yet,

does not regret

the dream it lived

for a long time

and now, it woke up

and none of that is aside..

 

to a dream that turned to a nightmare

to a life that, by that time,

I thought it was not fair

But it repaired what it did,

or so it thought..

or so I don't believe..

But why can't I just forget?

 

Yet I don't want a turn,

but at least value what is there

what is now in turn..

 

What makes me hold on

for something that passed long time ago

what makes me forget

the smile that I have drawn now, on..

 

I don't know..

 

It must have been real,

or maybe..

I, so believed in dream..

 

I don't know..

 

But I thank GOD that this door

is now closed

and even the key,

is lost..

Maybe.. It is just..

Afraid of another fall..

That is for sure

 

Nothing is guaranteed,

and nothing is totally secured..

But what in hand do we have to do

when days are just passing through..

 

What is the mystery behind you my heart,

what is there inside of you my soul,

what are you thinking of, my mind

what else do you want

after being alive...

 

I don't know..

 

Afraid of tomorrow?

And who cares,

as long as we all unite..

Afraid of a fall down,

why not..

As long as we will stand up STRONG

just as ONE..

 

Just tell me what is wrong?

why are you so lost..

when the road is well lit around

and you know the way

so why are you lost..

 

I don't know..

Copyright © MiAiM K. | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

But You Do Lie

Laying here in my bed
Listening to your deep and shallow breath
Such a smooth and calm sound
I roll over and lay a hand on your chest
Too much movement it seems
For you rolled onto your side
As I steal my hand away
I close my eyes and try not to cry
I get out of bed and move to the couch
I lay there in silence, smoke in hand
I try and calm my pounding heart
Finally drifting off to dream land
I wake with a start
A gasp caught in my chest
I feel strong arms gently squeeze
And a warm hand on my breast
I stiffen with fear
Until you softly say my name
The tension slowly ebbing
Until calmness has the reigns
You kiss the back of my neck
In that slow and sensual way
Repeating my name in a whisper
A game you know how to play
You gently roll me over
And take my head in your hands
You kiss my forehead lightly
The beginning of a dance
You gaze at me deeply
And said “I love you so much I can’t stand it”
You begin kissing my eyes and lips
Stealing like a bandit
I take you in my arms
And feel my insides quake
You run your fingers through my hair
Giving it a little shake
You pull away from me slowly
And looked deeply in my eyes
I blush and turn away
I don’t want to see any lies
You lay down behind me
And hold me so very tight
And then you said those words
I dream of every night
“You are all I ever wanted,
You are all I’ll ever need,
I’ll do anything you want me to,
Just spend your life with me”
I don’t know why I did it
But I begin to cry
He pulls me even closer
“I love you, Trust me I don’t lie”
I can feel myself roll over
What happens next, who knows
For I awake with a start
The tears still soaking into my pillow
I finally get my bearing
Everything is as it seems
It turns out you do lie
But only in my dreams

Copyright © Lisa Green | Year Posted 2006

Details | Classicism | |

The Fall

then here,
idle now to some
small thought
i wander though
this timeless court
 
and drift beyond
what i have known
and see the weight
of pastures sown
 
discover i must
unknowing why
who i am
beneath the sky
 
i close my eyes
and feel the pull
of timeless days
I know the rule.
 
down down
to the depth
discover i
what is left
 
of what began
a simple boy
innocent full
of joy
 
down down
does this end
as i wash
in its decent
 
down down
and still it goes
back to where
a spring was sown
 
a fear grips
the torn grey heart
as it descends
to the start
 
will it stop
as still i fall
clawing at this
living wall
 
down down
out of sight
the noisome wind
the fading light
 
faster still
as i fall
dropped down
inside
a pit-stone wall
 
and slowly now
i reach the depths
of mind and soul
of what is left
 
the air is damp
i breath in deep
uneven bottom
beneath my feet.
 
and here i am

Copyright © Paul Birch | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Dream You'll Never Mention

Tell me
Have you ever had a dream
A dream where your own blood fell upon blue roses
And you fell through the ground as petals floated on the wind
Tangling in your hair
Red and blue rotting jewels 
The thick smell of old blood at the bottom of your own well
A dream where your heart felt the impact before the rest of you
And stopped for just a moment
Cold in your chest with the realization of death
And woke up
And then you cried
It didn’t change your life or the way you acted
It did not make you stop your closed door ritual 
Or throw your kit away
It scared you so bad, and yet
You never told another soul about your dream
Or what lies just beneath you tattered sleeves and ragged jeans
You want and do not want to be saved, for someone to know
Tell me
Have you ever lived a nightmare
You didn’t know how to escape? 

Copyright © Lacey Petty | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse | |

Dream Me In Black And White

Color me pretty
The way that you see me but not
The way I see myself

Wash me pure
The way you look at me
With eyes of unconditional love
You overlook my indiscretions
Judgment you never pass
Acceptance is all you offer
You make me a better me

Dream me in black and white
Like old time photographs
Faded
Torn edges
Jagged with time
To preserve the image that you hold of me

Paint me in red
The sweet blood that I left behind
Etching my name in the grain of eternity
So as to never be forgotten

Burn me into ashes
Let me dance on the winds of tomorrow
To feel the freedom
The release from my personal hell
As I soar across the sky of time

Copyright © Regina Wilson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric | |

Asleep to dream

When you tremble and shake 
it shakes my world apart.
When you cry, in my world,
it rains, it floods in here.
I'm lying here on the floor caressing your ghost
and before these memories loose there edge
I just wanted you to know that.

How long did I try to keep this all from falling apart?
I kept it all hidden while you carved your name in my heart.
Sleep is unnerving,
the dreams distorting your face.
Before the world changes I just wanted you to know that.

There's no place else I'd rather be, than inside here with you.
Please stay alive for me.
Don't close your eyes, don't fall asleep.

Don't fall asleep to dream tonight, You'll blur and fade.
These memories will close their doors and refuse to play for me.
Oh God how they played for me.
Now they fade away, please don't fade.

Copyright © sean griffin | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme | |

Sorrow's Dream

The dew drops from morning's eve
becomes the brunch beneath our feet
fore no leaf lunches prior
till the cloud amongst them all's a crier. 

Waft in silhouette pro wall
the shadows reflection grows tall
the one whose permanent hide go seek
becomes the widow's peak
of society's awe.

Happiness is in the past
contentment's in the present
hopefulness comes from tomorrow
as tears stain iridescent.  

Sorrow locks it's horn anew
forgotten wills and dreams
every sigh and hollowed scream
becomes reality.

That is sorrow's dream.
A dream from which no one will wake,
till the dreamer's body's heart forsakes.

Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? | |

Remembering

Seeing your face every time
I close my eyes.
Every dream I dream is 
of you.
Wanting you near me, knowing 
I can't have you.
Knowing your life is with
someone else now, as so is mine.
Knowing that we belong 
together, knowing in my mind,
my heart, and my soul.
Thoughts of you racing through
my mind, my heart beats faster
and faster.
Can't catch my breath.
Remembering, remembering the 
last words you said to me.
Remembering the words,"I'll
get you back, you will be mine."
Waiting, hoping, praying its
not too late.
Why do we remember, remember 
the past?
It doesn't help the future,
it confuses the future.
If that is so, why am I 
so happy remembering the past
and yet so sad, living the future?

Copyright © Laura Geedy | Year Posted 2005

Details | I do not know? | |

A DREAM OF HELL

Abysmal, thick darkness engulfing my soul.
No moon, no stars, 
Not the faintest glimmer of light.
"Oh, darkest of mysteries," 
I cry in despair,
"How empty can nothingness be!"
                                                   
The deep, heavy blackness returns not a word.
No voice; 
No sound but the wail of the cold, cosmic wind.
Oh, for only one candle 
to brighten this pit.
How bitter the wages of sin.                                                   
       
But a million bright candles would struggle in vain
in this chasm of darkness,
in this realm of the damned.
Oh, for only one moment 
in the Kingdom of Light.
How dreary this wasteland of hell.
                                                                             
Do other lost outcasts inhabit this place?
No one?  
Only I, in this horrible void of the lost?
Oh, for only one word 
in my hungering ears.
How lonely this valley of death!
                                                   
"How long is forever?" my tortured soul cries.
Eternity knows no boundaries;
There is no exit from this.
Oh, for only one comfort, 
one hope of escape.
How endless this hopelessness is.
                                                   
Abysmal, thick darkness engulfing my soul--
Oh, why did I come 
to this cruel, Godless place?
Oh, but to have chosen 
the Savior I spurned.
How foolish the choice that I made.

Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005

Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Dream Forever

Thee, are my deepest emotions; taken beyond; my control.
Thou do express love; sweeter; than view of sunshine.
One single touch, from you, feels so fine.
No thoughts of your face would ever console.
Desires; that when I see you, I fight to control,
My heart; is blinded by numbers more than nine.
My soul is bound to you with more than twine.
Thee taketh my senses, beyond, compression of coal.

My blustery habits; are taken; when I see thee, with him.
Coal contracts to brilliant diamonds from pressure, we are told.
My heart aches for thou, under the pressure of seeing his kiss.
No brilliancy of any treasure shines; only a full moon goes dim.
My desires are real; though they have no growth; in gold.
Thee, shall be my dream forever, though I shall have no bliss.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Sad Song

I dreamt of you again last night,
I held you with all my might,
Tears flowed from my face,
As I yearned to never leave your embrace.
The smell of your skin,
The taste of your tears,
That moment was treasure,
But, treasure was a dream.

Waking up is agony,
Waking to this tragedy,
Waking to these bitter flames,
All these faces with no names,
Waking to a sad, old tale,
My heart’s in prison without bail,
Waking from eternal bliss,
It’s your love I truly miss.

If dreams were reality and reality was a dream
I’d sail right to heaven to be redeemed
I’d walk on the water with you by my side
In eternal bliss we would forever abide
But dreams are just streams of healing at night
This wound has been one of the hardest to fight
And I’ll keep dreaming of you till the stars have no light
For you were my baby but the times weren’t right!


Waking up is agony,
Waking to this tragedy,
Waking to these bitter flames
All these faces with no names,
Waking to a sad, old tale,
My heart’s in prison without bail,
Waking from eternal bliss,
It’s your love I truly miss.

BY: Sabina Nicole
Remembering: Louis James :(

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

A Daydream

My fingertips lightly travel
down these worn piano keys,
the memories now unravel
as I hear your favorite melodies.

I reminisce within my writing
about a time that used to be,
when your arms were so inviting
and they would hold only me.

The quiet whispers on the breeze
the first kisses that were soft,
we sat underneath the willow trees,
as my heart then sailed aloft.

I can still smell the roses, red
their petals pressed upon the page,
where your old promises lie dead
they have not withered with age.

I am daydreaming of the past
when our love seemed to be true,
a relationship that will not last
but, back then we never knew.





Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream"

Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad | |

Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's nothing you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka | |

only a dream

the softest caress

of your hand touching my cheek

wakes me from slumber

... I reach across emptiness

your touch was only a dream

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Final Adieu

Final Adieu

Let another sun set,
Let another flower wilt,
Let another autumn cast its gloom,
Let another tear role,
As ye part, and bid
The final adieu.

Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s college

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013