Eating your leafy words
Is wise,
Not absurd,
Not a vitamin guise.
Sweet logorrhea of crimson carrots
And great golden potatoes
With blueberry beauties
Nibbling newborn walnuts.
Sage sachets invoke lucid lentils lore,
Rosy resonance forevermore.
The tastiest side salad awaits
With vanilla visions for all my mates.
I'm coherently linking leafy greens,
A poet's realm of vegetable things.
Linking lavender to raspberry resonance,
Merry mustard seeds, and petite pumpkins.
Starlit sunflower seeds are swirling
While the ivory cauliflower is boiling,
And raspberries on broomsticks baffle
The mischievous umber mushrooms.
Those who eat dinner with me
Will digest split pea poetry,
A discerning dinner with glee,
Filling our carefree cups with timeless tea.
I close my two eyes
meditate on all my dreams
fantasies flashes
i am hoping, eyes open
to longing reality.
“Dreams, comforting at times, bring to life those we’ve lost or yearn for. “ Quote by poet
Stretching across the bright heavens,
The sun's beams of many
Colors paint the radiant sky.
Softly meeting the horizon,
Leaves of the most burning ember
And pink cherry blossom,
On Autumn trees, pepper our path.
A Kiss of warmth sways our gay play.
We hover, veiled above the grass.
None living, round the orchid blooms.
Woven love swirling quietly
About promising fields,
As it webs perfectly upon
Our longing heart and soul.
A yawn of clouds, peace together
Gone, only to waken alone.
Lost to a dream I wished was in.
Shadows gather into countless
Piece of kaleidoscope shard glass.
Know my eyes fill with tears.
A crunch white-page heartfelt aching.
Awaken to silence, alone,
In a sweat to a wilting mass
Of nothingness and space
Of elapsed painful memories.
Rose, from the dreams
rain glum ... makes streams
As her eyelids quickly fluttered
Within his mind, rosy dreams cluttered.
My dream vacation is to drive to Iowa City
Where my identical twin lives; she is incredibly witty
I would leave my paints at home and sew with her
Our laughter would travel down the boulevard, sure.
We would spend the day eating goodies she cooks.
She can whip up cookies and pie without any books.
I love her food, it is sweet, tasty, crispy and good.
I would adore spending time with her, as I should.
We are older now, seventy-three last week actually.
Being with my twin is the best of the best, factually.
We share the same face, same hair, and same laugh.
Do we agree on politics? Not by half.
But we love each other, enough not to speak of that.
I love animals and cannot keep that under my hat.
She does not like them at all but keeps this quiet.
Being with my twin is always a riot.
“Dream on, it costs nothing. Mind is the biggest canvas on which you can daub any shade to colour the dreams that you see while sleeping or awake.” ~ By Poet
As the earth snoozed under
a heavy shroud of darkness,
weary and work worn, I lay down,
dreaming of a peaceful sleep.
The moon hang like a silver disc,
its shimmering glow filtering
through tangled boughs of oak trees.
A gentle wind came wafting by
with smell of trellised jasmines
and sneaked through my open window.
Soon I drifted to a dream world.
Like a speeding locomotive,
that came to an abrupt halt,
I lay still, in a coffin.
amid scent of burning incense,
frozen silence, heaving hearts
and silently chanted prayers.
The chariot wheeled me along,
in my last journey through
mazy paths, stretching, stretching
to a world, beyond galaxies.
I woke up soon, my eyes still shut,
A vulture swooped down circling,
over my deceased body.
Am I dreaming within a dream?
A sultry maiden moon watches
hours of leisurely reading illustrious literary works
dreams of fiction become possibilities
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
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Fed daily dose of dope
filtered truths poisoned as they may be
~ I dream of breaking free
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I awoke from a dream --
well, let me start again:
My thought was that I had
awakened. Yet, I rose quite
mistily -- with ghastly figures
hanging in the air, moving
to and fro, in possessed manner.
Swat at them, I could not. My
arms would not lift, my hands
seeming porcelain objects. Residue
stillness, long after the model
had expired, and the artist had eaten
his last moistened bread meal.
The volume of Poe, lie open
on the bedstead, where it had been
wearily placed, just before my
dozing. Strange, the last page read had
been altered...and the name highlighted
for death, was now my own. Could
this deranged volume and I have
mysteriously, mystically changed
realities? My name began
to burn, uplift from the page, the savage
apparitions swarming to tear hungrily at the
fleeing image. My soul drowning in drool.
This was utterly stunning
Held on the petals tongue
Twisted Machiavellian
Acid rain in neon-lit carmine
Ineffable lyrics: sum41
Grapevine entwined the mead mind
Rapid rhyme mainline propane
Fuse-lit C4-paint-explosives
Interpretation may vary
Melting behind every word
Jellyfish pulsing through
Pushed unexplored avenues
Stork dropping off an award
Blues scale toward the top
Fingertips slide without warning
Solo-bass drop within drumsticks
Dripping water from a flask
Walking hexes cloudy dishes
Mirrors fractured pieces whirling
Framing fractal front seats
Past mistakes remembrance
Olive branches infect organs
Pulse systematically
Pixels dissolve surfaces
Birthing surreal fantasy
The ocean
Gave a gift to me
A coin for passage
Across the sea
To pay the ferryman
Should I need to cross
To light the lanterns
So I won't
Get lost
some loves bout lost come go almost all sorts
motives remain true pure until find not
list least cain hope fewer no good reports
still life like love moves backing forth cold hot
back outing again own each such sigh wish
loss lasts long gone fast run use eye oui next
stuff split rough two there one bright here blue dish
but still be same unself self sans pretext
wait patient fourth floor first ready confess
one day then now was dreamed real life unfold
four most seven great death comes not success
some would telling kisses end life untold
try may believe yes if not near reverse
mind conceives lives another universe
Always
Can’t stop listening to ‘Always’.
In all ways I am under her spell.
Don’t want to quit thinking of future days,
Because right now I am free from my personal Hell.
I am walking in the light for love is glorious.
It is not asking to take anymore from us.
We are speaking without words, telepathic understanding.
I think about her and she let’s me keep on dreaming.
Lost in a moment of purity.
Not harmed by the truth of what is.
Living in a head of fantasy,
Is walking through air blowing bliss.
It embraces me with loving arms.
She holds me gently to keep me from harm.
I am day dreaming of a life so charmed,
That nothing can cause me to fear what could be, or what was.
(C)2025 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
shadows are running
breaking bones under foot.
arm twisting branches snap
smearing their scent on contact.
resin oozes as blood,
the pungent sap tickles my nose hairs.
a rustling voice whispers movement.
the fresh earthen breath kisses mine.
my eyes peer into the hidden darkness
as I start peeling the shadows, but
stop my curiosity from going further.
crepuscular rays slice into the woods
verifying our little girl’s nightmares.
grandma’s kiss on my forehead
sets me upright, in bewilderment.
Specific Types of Dream Poems
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Poems Related to Dream
imagination, nightmare, delusion, idea, thought, fantasy, image, impression, rainbow, vagary, reverie, trance, daydream, fancy, specter, chimera, incubus, hallucination, bubble, speculation, wraith, castle in the air, head trip, pie in the sky, pipe dream