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Dream Quatrain Poems | Quatrain Poems About Dream

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

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.


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A Piece Of Dream

I look behind to see my dream has shattered
into a million pieces on the floor
I knew that this was going to happen
but didn't know it would hurt much more

It was the only way this dream should end
it wasn't one that had a hope
it's better off in a million pieces
I'm just not sure how to cope

I know that I must now recover
and learn to build my dreams again
I just need to build them better
and make them those I can attain

I know the hurting will continue
for a time at least
but from my dream that lies here shattered
I'll take from it one piece

It's something that I'll carry forward
into my new dream I must take
for it's the thought of possibilities 
this piece of dream did wake

But it's the image my dream created
is that which hurts the more
I think it's this that lies in tatters 
strewn across the floor.


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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


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I Grieve A Dream

You are the tear that follows me
the ache within my soul
the bitter-sweet that sings to me
my heart you came and stole

You are a dream beyond my reach
a wish I can not touch
it breaks my heart to be so close
for I love you far too much

You are a kiss I can't make real
a whisper never spoken
a cherished thought that stays asleep
a smile lying broken

You are the one I can not have 
no matter how it pains
my dream for which I sit and grieve
a shadow that remains

You are the sun that has to set
our time just couldn't last
I need to wait for the dawn to break
while I mourn for is past.

'1st poem on poetry soup contest'
6th place

Brian strand's 'One off contest'
1st place










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Diner Girl

She's a diner girl
A trucker's fantasy
A little bit tough
While being sexy

Sure she likes to flirt
A tool of her trade
She has them dreaming
Thinking they'll get laid

The tips all add up
For dreams of her own
When her shift's over
She goes home alone

You think you know her
She plays the part well
Your glimpse of heaven 
Her personal hell

Her expectations
Are grander than this
She desires more
Than a truckers kiss

Nothing can stop her
Or get in her way
The World needs dreamers
Who dream better days





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I Dreamt of You Last Night

We stood on the bow
of an old wooden ship.
Splashing waves; music sounds;
salty mists with each dip.
I, in a white pheasant dress;
you only in jeans.
No one else on the deck;
just us in bare feet.
Your chest, warm to my back;
wrapped in your loving arms.
Mystic waters of black;
Ocean sky casts moon and stars.
Ancient lands strangely appear
as completely in full view.
You softly whisper in my ear,
"This world's for me and you."
A realm only for us;
in dreams we meet there.
Awakened, I touch
dried salt in my hair.


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All I Ask

I need you to be my earth angel
I need you to kiss away tears
I need you to comfort my soul
I need you to conquer my fears

I want you to be my hero
I want you to release my dream
I want you to be my victor
I want you to love to extreme

I need you to be my sunshine
I need you to drench me like rain
I need you to bathe me in light
I need you assuage my pain

I want you to be my lover
I want you to make me to feel
I want you to teach me pleasure
I want you to make it surreal

I need…I want…I must have you
I burn with unquenchable fire
Your prowess… the essence of life
The source of burning desire

If this is too much that I ask
To comply with beyond your will
Then, oh, just let me adore you
Of your charm, let me have my fill

I only want to be near you
To bask in your beauty so fine
Your words resurrect me to life
They transport me to the divine

Oh please, let your presence cover
In your glow let my poor heart bask
I long to lie in your shadow
Oh, my love, is this much to ask?

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Both Sides for Me

The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.

Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man, 
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.

There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety 
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical 
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.

At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced

Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.

Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.

Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.

Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hope. When I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks

a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do that. Maybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.


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My Country

My country is home, 
I have no fear. 
My country is home, 
and I am here. 


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In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.


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