Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership


Personification Dream Poems | Personification Poems About Dream

These Personification Dream poems are examples of Personification poems about Dream. These are the best examples of Personification Dream poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Personification | |

Magic Beans


Summer returns, reigning in glory tempting my beanstalk to climb and tiny fairies to faithfully fly, laughing out loud all the while. With lush trees twirling in full skirts, and tulips trumpeting their joyful greetings, sunrays parade in triumphant procession of season’s enchanting magic. I planted seeds of magic beans in the garden and waited, restless through spring’s fateful days of warming soil and nurturing rain, blushing with excitement in thoughts of summer’s storybook adventures vividly coming to life, hoping to wake to the surprise of a beanstalk climbing miles high. Then, May turned to June, June to a steamy July, and I one morning dressed in the smiles of a carefree little girl who could charm the bees and listen closely to the melodies of songbirds, knowing somehow this would be the day to frolic free in the laughter of a forever sky and bathe in my rippling mirage above white, drifting clouds…where heavenly breezes would cool my body and soul. Summer magic created my climbing vine while I slept dreamily through a stormy night, cupping her hands to catch every drop of rain, and she grew with the beanstalk from a lazy day’s warm embrace to a magical kiss amongst the brightest sun and sparkling stars. My fairytale came to life until July turned to a feverish day in August, and I, burning from within, woke to the end of my storybook dream… Then, as quickly as she came, summer’s magic was gone with one strong gust of arctic air. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for PD's Magic Beans Contest, 1/5/15


Details | Personification | |

dream catcher

Blooming before us, like dandelions sprouting in the spring.
Rising above and beyond, invisible during the day,
  Guardians at night.

Dangling up high as if it were puppets.
So close, mountains could give a kiss away.
The Stars dance and wiggle, as if putting on a play.
Clouds form a dark, grey, thunderstorm,
Clapping and roaring vividly, like an applause.
The wind glides along in appraise.
The moon shivers and squirms, it smiles upon the stars.

A shooting star evolves, 
Leaving a trail of the dreams that sparkle in the dust.
Feeling pure joy, the
Moon erupts into a wall of tears. 
Water breaks the bond of the dreams attached to the star,
It slowly sinks down into the homes, in the rooms, 
Into the minds, of the beholder.



 It has now lost its dreams.
The sun is rising, and the star at once must become invisible,
It now must start over and watch from above like a hawk.
It now must watch the lives of everyday people,
And become one with the beholder.
It now must take dreams and guard them with its life.
It now must take on its duty as a Dream-Catcher.


Details | Personification | |

I dare to dream

As I clutch the hand of the little girl
       who walks in my shadow..

         I dare to dream

As I gather my self-will, prepare to hold my
ground against even the slightest hint of danger..

         I dare to dream

As I distance myself to look for progress,
the distance soon becomes a measure of my emptiness..

         I dare to dream

As I look in the mirror, I see her now with
widespread wings and know that real change
is about to take place...

         I dare to dream 


Details | Personification | |

Just A Dream

It crept up on me by surprise.
You were like a gift from God.
So sweet and tender you were the perfect
angel.
You'd kiss me so softly touch me so gentle.
Every moment was like heaven.
I'd close my eyes only to think of you.
And open them only to realize it was a dream.
A dream is what you were.
A  pigment of my imagination.
Every touch, Every kiss was just a halusination.
Everything I thought you were or could be left me hurt and
confused.
The man I've been waiting so long for.
The one that would love me like no other.
Not afraid to show any emotions.
I believe how deeply you loved and cared for me.
Only to find out you never existed.


Details | Personification | |

A Dream

What do this resting lady?
She has done nothing but sleep lately.
She talks as she dreams.
She talks of lying on a flower bed
Trapped between tow roaring streams,
With a log as a pillow for her head.

She wakes as night turns to day,
And in the morning wind the trees begin to sway.
As a the birds begin to flirt,
Two creatures emerge from the dirt;
One a smooth calm creature
The other rough, alive, and larger.

They approach her as she is caught in fright,
Because she knows not who to trust
They suddenly scream and start to fight,
All because of sinful lust,
To gain or lose the fair maiden.
Will it be the gentle or the heathen?

From their yelling she picks out names;
There is calm Sleep and Awake the untame.
Then they  quickly race toward the stream,
To get to her before she ends her dream.
They take a step then leap ,and toss
Their bodies in that river non could cross.

She knows not who to help,
As they both begin to yelp.
"Do I save calm Sleep,
And let Awake brave the deep;
Or do I save Awake,
For sleep to break."

As she debates
To choose her mate,
She grabes for calm Sleep,
And begins to sink in the flowers, deep.
This dream of hers, she never will beat;
For she chooses the same forever to repeat...


Details | Personification | |

In My Dreams

 Mountains stand like sentinels
Reaching for the edge of the sea
Keeping ever watchful eyes over me
I whisper my dreams into blue skies
As I watch the new upcoming  dawn
Morning sun wraps me in her warmth
Closing my eyes I drift into the sun
Riding on the wings of an angel
I float and break free going
where dreams are meant to be
On the breath of the wind
With wings of silk the magical air
 nurtured my spirit
 Soothes my weary soul
In my triumphs,  my defeats
In battles won and ones lost
I dream on the rivers of time
As feelings of peace overcomes.


Details | Personification | |

The Dream

By John Weaver

Whenever I dream of my little girl she runs and shouts and plays
Like all the other children in all their boisterous ways
I see her skip, I see her trip; I hear her laugh and cry
Then when she’s had her fun, home she’ll run and into my arms she’ll fly
With a great big hug and a teasing tug, she’ll cuddle me close and say
‘Daddy I love you heaps and heaps’ in her cheeky little way.

Whenever I dream of my little girl, she’s healthy, fit and well
With eyes alight and a smile so bright it’s really hard to tell
That my dream is a wish and a longing, a hope for something new
For her life to be one that is normal and able-bodied too.

But then I awake and I have to forsake my dream for what is true
That she cannot walk and she cannot talk like the other children do
That she cannot shout and skip about and cuddle me close and say
The things she desperately wants to, yet in her own special way…

Instead she talks to me with her eyes and reassures me with her smile
That all is well and I can tell that she’s happy all the while
Knowing that one day in some magical way, we’ll play together and scheme
And sing and shout and skip about…in an everlasting dream.


Details | Personification | |

Two worlds sleeping awake

Am I alive?
Or is this a dream too?
Sometimes I can't tell between the two.

Is this me?
Or am I not understanding what I see?
What can I do to really believe?

Awake, but exhausted from my second me.
Asleep, but awake trying to breathe.
I feel helpless at times in both of these vivid life's of mine.

These two distant personalities have a connection, but also separation.
If we believe life, then we should believe in dreams.


Details | Personification | |

My Avocado

My fruit from the tree of love/ 
Branches of sweetness with no bravado our future’s fragrance is bravo/ 
I have no words without your rubbery skin and smooth lips/ 
I dished up smiles before your visit with no limits/ 
Though you grew in the woods/ 

Allow me to welcome you in my hood/
Life is drying up and dying rough/
Hunters peel any moving dressed up skins it’s no bluff/  
Ship from your town to my township and that’s a tip/
Your fleshy vivid body sparkles predictable smiles and love from a distance trip/ 

Your body I would climb if you let me/ 
Your brunches I would massage if you let me/ 
I dream to seed your womb with vigorous multiple fruits till eternity/ 
I dream to rescue you from discarded cuddles and refrigerators/ 
Your cold days will be warm in my arms/ 

My avocado this is my shameless affectionate avow/
My heart holds no snakes, monkeys, scratchy cats, lizards or mythical wizards/ 
My tongue your shower/ 
My lips your perfume/ 
Your tears I will screen clean till they’re embittered no more/
And that’s a promise with a sexy salad/


Details | Personification | |

The Perfect Woman

 Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or 

where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can  

see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall.  . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have 

always known she would be mine one day , A goddess  I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and 

treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her  and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in 

love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have 

always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a 

Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
TAC


Details | Personification | |

Alchemy love-gods' dream


I saw alchemy love gods in the hierarchy,
Testosterone that regulates sexual desire.
Phenyl ethylamine makes a person catchy,
Its effect is time-bound but not entire.

A love interest is signaled by Dopamine,
Your attention on the person is alright.
Your blood is set racing by Norepinephrine,
And prompts you for action ‘fight or flight’.

The control of moods goes with Serotonin,
And violent behavior is almost set light.
Released at the moment of orgasm Oxytocin,
Influences bonding between the two alright.

Suddenly awoke, many gods and paths that wind
If you don’t mind call me in case more you find.
 ============================
Dr. Ram Mehta
4th place win
Contest Personifying science


Details | Personification | |

life- Chapters

When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak

Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him

Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak

Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself

Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world


Avnesh yadav


Details | Personification | |

Dissoluting Heart

Feeling of heart got melting 
after dissoluting of pain.
Core of heart got dissoluted 
when dullness of dreams of pain.

Happiness of heart is for a while 
but sadness is for long time 
with a pain of dissoluted heart.

Avnesh yadav


Details | Personification | |

My Gold Dream

Journalism!
My gold dream,
So out competing it's.
Sighted by a crowd.
Embraced by few.
Outrank on screen it's.
I love journalism!

Journalism!
Adventurous it's.
Sounds of rockets in netherworld,
Not about to transfix a journalist,
But only sought-after,
I love journalism!

Journalism!
It's a dream in me,
A dream of gold and my cheese!
I want to fit in the press shoes,
Now I got to write, report and broadcast.
Journalism don't gravity me!

All Rights Reserved

© T.m.T scripts 


Details | Personification | |

They Live

Words are pregnant
We as poets give them birth

We share their significance
We express their worth

Our words are positioned
Like a directors stage

They must be free
They cannot be caged

So we write about dreams
We write about hope

We try and see the big picture
The entire scope

In the beginning was the Word
I heard

My calling

Pencil and paper know more about me
Than family and friends

I have shared my goodness, my sin
My flaws and insecurities

All by the way of the mighty pen


Details | Personification | |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


Details | Personification | |

The Cold Side

When you sleep, it’s almost as if you were 
alive, trailing down the pathways of your 
subconscious like a sluggish tourist 
without a camera. Like trying to capture 
every moment between your hands that 
hold past and present like dry sand, 
without a basket to carry the future in 
before the sea washes it away. Dreams 
likes to play hide and seek with what lies 
ahead, and you can never seem to tag the 
back of it’s shirt without waking up first. 
Your own worldwide web of thoughts and 
aspirations all tangled together for you to 
connect what’s right and what’s left. 
What’s up and what’s down. What didn’t 
happen and what should’ve happened. 
You rise up as an archangelic composer 
to a symphony that will perform when you 
start paying attention to your life’s song a 
little more. You construct skyscrapers 
larger than the afterlife with the squinting 
of your eyes, and connect earth and space 
together without a single harmonic note 
played, with the pinching of your thumb 
and finger. You can fly farther than 
sunlight decides to scatter! You can finally 
beat up that bully who gave you that black 
eye. You can jump halfway across the 
world, land on a brick of the Berlin Wall, 
and crush forever the division indifference 
can bring. You can dive without oxygen. 
Drive without a liscence. You can open up 
the doors to a mansion as a gift for your 
mom and see her smile again. But when 
you’re waking up, you can tell. It doesn’t 
matter where you are, you finally see that 
every life has an ending when living on 
this planet. You realize that science, math, 
history and poetry become blood brothers 
when your vision gets hazy, and the 
beauty in front of you starts to melt. Your 
passing is something they all can relate 
to. But why not make your dreams 
transfer into the account where reality 
rests? Even in dreams you have the choice 
to serve others or serve yourself. So when 
you wake up each morning, why not ask 
yourself where you’ll wake up next when 
reality’s dream is spent.


Details | Personification | |

Tears-Part of life for wear

When i saw the people with incedible work tears are come
When i saw a person who lost his senses & try to recover mistakes tears are come

At the end of tear of sorrows & happiness going to diappear in life
Lonliness ignorance & rupturr of feeling cause death of life

Something is gone to be very heavy without tears that is heart
When person not fullfill need & deed than disappearance of a drop of tear comes from heart.

Avnesh yadav


Details | Personification | |

Cocoon

The Cocoon.
 The Inner woman was a myth in eyes of the oppressed
 Limited to one
 To one that gives her life
 The layers of her thoughts lay dipped in his hands
 Controlling the pieces of what was hers and what was his
 She was kept a secret
 Making her beauty lay diminished in his arms of trust and deceit, 
 Her Wings clipped 
 Her Ambition sorrowed
 Her Spirit locked
 The Butterfly's land was 
 Complete, with unchallenged control
 The oppressor dominates all,

She came into this world unknown, 
 She looks to the sky, for the infinite dream, 
 her guide is heart, the trust of her pride,
 Looking for a way 
 To bring happiness to herself, in all ways possible
 She's lost in the eyes of what beauty of isn't 

Consumed by the walls that have for shaken , moved and grown her
 Little did she know, she was growing power through slumber.

Underneath the blossoming flowers and the sweet nectar breeze, laid the beauty of divinity. 
 The flare of her voice
 The span of her wings
 The beauty she had within her
 Is the greatest joy, that was brought upon this earth. 
 We lay and wait, to watch the Cocoon unfold,

This Is a war that our Little Butterfly is going in on her own,
 She may stumble, she may fall
 She will fight the oppressor in all
 Her wings dented,
 Her Spirit unsure of,
 She is it still our Little Butterfly. 
 Reborn.


Details | Personification | |

Gifted But Hidden

Nothing 
is 
found 
except 
it 
is 
hidden,                                              
Nothing 
is 
hidden 
except 
it 
is 
a 
secret,                                                
Nothing 
is 
a 
secret 
except 
it 
is 
a 
treasure.                                            
In 
me 
lies 
an 
awaiting 
voice 
to 
be 
heard,wisdom 
for 
the 
seekers 
of 
light 
and 
light 
to 
those 
in 
darkness.                                        
My 
instinct 
awaits 
to 
glitter 
like 
a 
light 
on 
a 
dark 
world.                      
I 
seek 
me 
a 
quest 
for 
me,                
l 
seek 
to 
discover 
me 
for 
me,and 
my 
being.                                          
The 
quest 
for 
me 
will 
never 
cease 
until 
my 
light 
shines 
in 
the 
darkness.                                           
The 
search 
for 
me 
continues 
until 
that 
l 
am 
found.                               
With 
a 
heart 
of 
anticipation 
will 
l 
look 
far 
beyond 
the 
present.          
Better 
to 
die 
searching 
than 
to 
live 
undiscovered,or 
even 
defeated.     
Till 
then 
when 
my 
gifts 
are 
known 
by 
all,                                                
My 
instinct 
shall 
guide 
my 
ambition,                                          
My 
passion 
and 
believe 
shall 
keep 
me 
until 
all 
my 
talents 
are 
discovered.                                       
I 
shall 
continue 
to 
hover 
around 
like 
a 
bird 
in 
the 
sky                        
for 
the 
quest 
of 
my 
hidden 
gifts 
to 
be 
unveiled.


Details | Personification | |

Quality TIME-Quality LIFE

Quality TIME-Quality LIFE
I say time is money
I say time is life
I say time is death
I say time is precious
I say time is meaning 
I say time is season
I say time is diamond
I say time is gold
How you use time determines the quality of life

I say how you use time measures your value
I say how you use time measures your impact 
I say how you use time measures your life quality
I say how you use time measures your family quality
I say how you use time measure your love quality
I say how you use time measure your originality
I say how you use time measure your services quality
I say how you use time measure your product’s quality 
I say how you use time measure your ministry quality
How you use time determines the quality of life

I say lack of purpose leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of vision leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of commitment leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of consistence leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of discipline leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of integrity leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of character leads to mismanagement of time
I say lack of Christ leads to lead mismanagement of time
How you use time determines the quality of life

The Timer is time, He controls time, Life is time, He control life
He is the first and the last-beginning and the end
He is eternity meaning time without measure-He is timeless
An Hour to Him is one year – a year to Him is an Hour
If you have the Timer, you will have all the time you need in the world





Details | Personification | |

The Candide Within

“This is the best of all possible worlds I hear, and you’re the master of your life”,
But when you count the closed shut doors, and look around you for a window,
Turn a rubik’s cube around and play with empty running rivers.
Mere stupidities and bottles with clichés will smear, right across the empty floor,
Tremble stupid kid! For cold, is just your empty sensation of fear.
This life is a wondrous gift, you’ll say; a challenge for the mighty heroes.
The good Pangloss in blood and flesh could not resist his own ideas.
You run and jump on sharp and blunt spears, to catch a glimpse of certitude.
But gravity, a law of nature, will keep you still in mortar shoes.
“Men have somehow corrupted Nature”, and I corrupt myself with dreams 
But what is hope but a glorious strength, embedded in genetic attributes,
Like aids attacking healthy cells, will disappear. And let it go Candide!
You die a hundred times a year and fear, fear, fear another death, another life,
The grand pillars of values and potent righteousness, 
You dare to believe in their existence. 
It’s like the God you trust, but cannot see and cannot feel.
But do not be shaken, have no fear for this is just your own free will,
Oh Cunegonde of mine, you’re near, and every time I look you disappear!
Sometimes you search the absolutes of universe and wonder where,
Does God exist and what He’s doing when Cunegonde is flagged and raped?
Stumble on the rocky path on orators and chaste priests,
With tongue so sweet and gloried preachings,
But what they do in solitude with sharpen knifes in backs of infants?
Close your eyes oh sweet Candide, and dream away with no restraint,
And watch how all your hemispheres will tremble soaked in darks and lights.
If not your head can imagine life without a shadow or a tear,
You are corrupt Candide oh dear, but this is the best of all possible lives.
You kill even the ones you love the most, nothing is holy anymore.
Just the promise of Pangloss and the dream of Cunegonde.
Merge your coding to save a dear, stop on red, and do not litter!
For your punishment ‘s not in Hell, it is indeed the life you bare.
Pace yourself! In the New World, like a Columbus you’ll try to steer,
Your arms and legs but not your head, for it is damned for it is barren.
There is no sun, or air out here. You strive for breath in empty chores,
At least you have your Cunegonde I hear, but she is just another whore.
Who cursed her love for seven years, but plow your garden cher Candide!
For this is the best of all possible worlds.


Details | Personification | |

Winter

‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
Perchance,
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.

The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover. 


Details | Personification | |

I HAD A DREAM

I am looking for dream interpreters.
My name is Goodluck
Don’t swear yet please, don’t “****”
I am no president or “less”
Neither am I clueless
Parents christened me Goodluck
So if there be name sake as me
Well, that is bad luck

Like I said,
I am looking for dream interpreters.
I had a dream last night
I saw ancestors.
Breathing fire like dynamite
Asked me if I am insensitive
Or just clueless
Out of respect for ancestors, I asked them
‘Insensitive to or in what?’
“Insensitive to or in what???”
Was their angered response
“Even in this, you are still clueless”?
Their lead speaker asked

“Okay, fine! Mr. clueless” he continued
Under your watchful eyes
The plane you are saddled with,
Cries out for a pilot
For the auto-pilot can’t land it
And you are a clueless pilot
The ship you are saddled with
Cries out for a captain
For you have broken the compass
And an inevitable sink might come to pass”.

“Mr. clueless” he continued again
The streets of Jos,
Blood has become a river.
Have you seen the butchered women…
Pregnant
Have you seen the opened bowels…
Slain infants.
Religious insurgencies on the instant
United Nations office and police headquarters
All crashed landed with a bang…bomb

Churches are smashed, even mosques
The blood rivers of Jos has flowed beyond us
Now, it’s a national flood above us
Yet your greed is on the oil well
You have weakness for debt accumulation

SUBSIDY!
Your greatest height of insensitivity
What happened to profits of yester years?
Same old promise of good roads,
Good education, a better tomorrow
Yet, forty billion, a former house of reps
Single handedly stole it.
Are you leeches never ever tired of loots?
Or fear of insurgence of the deprived youths?

The people raped by empty promises of bandits
If you are in all these things clueless
Then our dreams for the country is hopeless
All leaders before you
Have creatively out done you
Hate has come to the surface
And you have lost your grace”.

Then from the dream, I woke up!
Somebody help!!!
I need dream interpreters.

THIS POEM IS FOR THE NIGERIA PRESIDENT WHO CAN’T FEEL THE NEED OF THE NIGERIA PEOPLE


Details | Personification | |

Gods Perfect Plan

Today I saw a bird in flight and began to wonder why
God made us to walk on earth and made the bird to fly

Then I began to think way back when I was just a kid
I often dreamed of flying then some time I think I did

I still can see me flying high while looking down below
oh' the dream it was so neat I wish it had been so

God had a plan for man and what he wanted him to be
it wasn't flying through the air or swimming in the sea

But now as I think back on this I see God's perfect plan
he never meant for beast or foul to take the place of man

Yes he made the birds to fly and made the beast to roam
but man he made to rule them all and walk the road alone

Then God saw that it was wrong not to give the man a mate
so he took a rib from Adam's side and women he did make

God put them in a garden there and took great care of them
now I think you know the rest what separated them from him

But God still had a plan for man and sent him Jesus Christ
and now we have to pray to him to forgive us of our past

now I still dream of flying high and know some day I can
when Jesus Christ will take us home forever to be with him


























Details | Personification | |

The Sol's Efflorescence

There lays a dream amidst the green green grass
The sweetest dream unfurled,
T'was then that love would bloom with growth
Inside that dreamlike world.

The prickly grass that touched my stem
The sun which warms my soul,
Took everything I offered it
My heart it came and stole.

Whenever sunshine shined on me
I was happy and so free,
My petals danced and pollen flew
Beneath the redwood tree.

When it was sad it rained all day
My roots felt all its tears,
A flood; A puddle; drenched me deep
My petals torn, severe.

My leaves were drooped; my stem so weak
But sunshine came to aide,
It shined on me to pick me up
Said I must not be afraid.

Now when the skies are gray with glum
I bask in all its hurt,
I stretch my roots down in the ground
Planting myself in dirt.

Oh sunshine please don't go away
Illuminate my growth,
Beneath this redwood tree Ill stay with you
To you I make this oath...


Details | Personification | |

A Distant Dream

Sometimes in my mind, a thought appears I wish I could run like the lovely dears Moving and grooving on the jungle beat Dancing like Elvis on my feet During a dark and dreadful night I wish I could be a beam of light Piercing through the sad time Kicking the butt of the night time On a later stage in my life I can’t imagine anything It’s cutting me like a knife I just can’t live like that no more It’s making my heart a hard core At this time of life and age I feel like there’s no rage Now I feel like I’m totally wasted My distant dream wasn’t long lasted When there is a beginning, there has to be an end A natural thing that I can’t offend But I couldn’t imagine it so early As for me, it’s very much dearly


Details | Personification | |

watching a dream

this world
my world
this dream 
my dream

in his dream i see another me
the me that i want to be
the me that wish to be
but may not ever come to be

I watch myself living my life
making the same wrongs and rights
But from i regret at what i saw
The end of the dream in lefted me in shock and awe

I saw my end was much too quick
Death at an young age,the cause: a bullet

Then i awake from a world 
that was more than it seems
But then i still hear the film rolling
Am i still watching this dream





Details | Personification | |

Completion

It used to be that when I closed my eyes
Dandelion wishes of youth would tickle my mind.
Wishes of forever that I never truly grasped....
A dream of true love I never honestly trusted....
A completion of self I never truly felt:
~ Until you.

And now when I close my eyes, it’s you that I see...
(My dream realized)
And my senses reel from the heat of your touch
That lingers still - even after you’ve gone....
Instinctively I breathe you in (longingly) 
Wanting to taste you:
Savoring the memory of your caress on my lips
Teasing my need for more:
Fanning the flame of desire that never fades.

And I smell you (forever found in your scent)....
And I feel you (true love found in your embrace)....
And I hear the whisper of your voice 
~ My axis that guides me home.

And in my craving to touch you one more time
I am completed by the sensation of your kiss
~ Pouring life into my soul.


Details | Personification | |

Dark Visions

Have you ever  had, Dark Visions? I have,when I was seven or eight
I had a dream one night, That was a nightmare, so vivid and so frightful
fear so intense, I wet the bed. My Father wore a badge and I told him what 
happened, and with much insistence we phoned the local authorities. ( Which he knew all of
them) My Dark Vision was of an Airplane a jetliner, on fire, going down.
I saw the flames, faces, colors and style of clothes. I heard screams, pleas to God for
help and prayers. When I woke up I was praying too, in a wet  bed. Two days later the FBI
knocked at my door, with questions after questions until they were satisfied. I felt
berated and alone. Thank God for my Dad. Then it hit me their last words to my Father," If
we have any more questions about the accident we'll contact you" it..it..was real, it
really happened. My Dark Vision,,For thirty years I kept my Visions to myself, until one
day at work a friend of mine Marjie came to me and asked me if I saw things, things I
can't explain. I was floored, dumbfounded. I didn't answer. She said" I sense you had a
Vision and saw something you can't explain"  How could she know? I said " What do you
mean"? " I sense you had a dream that is troubling you, because it was more than a dream"
Gig's up, so I told her. She told me to write it down always write it down, So I did and
let her see it. 3 days later she came to me with a VCR tape, we were alone in the TV room,
so we played it. Suddenly in an instant I was flooded with the whole Vision, everything I
saw and heard. Shamefully a puddle formed on the floor at my feet, as I shook. Everything,
the Bus, the explosions, faces, the Soldier, the old man in the beret, The red headed
woman in the yellow dress and hat. It was in Israel. She had taped it from the news the
night before, the day it happened. 2 days after my Dark Vision.Now at 48 with many
conversations with my Priest and Spiritual adviser, I realize, what I thought a curse, is
actually a Gift From God. Because I am praying with them in my Dark Visions, I am helping
them. One thing I always remember from them is I tell them God is waiting for you, every
time. Then I wake up. 

 I believe my being there has brought some comfort to those souls as their end is near.
That comforts me!  God does work in mysterious ways..He has in me with...

                                           My Dark Visions!

                                                  Taz