Dream Poems | Examples of Dream Poetry

Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop— an ice cream truck near a rusted shop. Its engine was spent, its music was low, and something inside told me I should l go. I stepped through the door because I could, and met a man by the name of Alexander Wood. He wore a bowtie and a crooked smile, a paper hat,...

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I’m not writing poems anymore. Somewhere along the way, I feel like I lost the poet in me---- the spark, the soul, the words. I’m choosing to start fresh, to rediscover myself beyond verses and rhymes. Thank you for all the appreciation, love, and support you've shown me. I hope you understand this new beginning I’m...

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She is not made of atoms, but aftermaths the kind that linger in a room long after the lights remember to flicker back on. Her spine? An origami of fallen yesterdays, creased by collapse, but folded forward into flight. They call it resilience, but she knows better it’s architecture, a cathedral of nerve built from "this will not break me," hummed on repeat until it didn’t. She speaks fluent...

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As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for this day's receipts. When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in the heavenly or hellish holes of the waning moon. Weary with wars, the deceit of greed, where hate is heralded more, the selfish, superior ones, their darkness dimming their light,...

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"And my thoughts are all sensations" And my sensations are all my thoughts. The sun controls the moon, and the moon controls me. She said she was a she/they/we, and we just laughed. Not her we, just us. And my thoughts are all sensations, we'll only ever be as smart as your sun. But the sun controls the moon, and the moon controls we. You've...

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Moon-bouncer never high enough to let go....

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Inner voices sound disturbed Behave yourself sent via thoughts Sleep has deserted me, so confused Time to visit long ago scenes Find my friends of time gone by I find myself on the pathway of ocean views Crashing waves and sea gull calls greet me No one around to view my crazy antics Facing the ocean, arms open wide, calling out names A voice...

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Sometimes on a quiet evening I can hear you calling Calling from long ago and far away Flooding me with memories faded and forgotten Filling me with dreams that can't come true But still I listen I listen for you...

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Amidst the chuckles, basses a horror, A unique film, it roars louder, An original marvel, staple and peculiar. It's deep tremors, barely heed, I feel unease, for it's untold magnitude, In it are mystery chests, often in each episode. Alongside sealed trusts, a bombshell, A smiling bright dawn, a dull dusk in unwell, A complete breathe, a success so fragile. ...

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Moonlight sky- Shimmering like pearls above high. Below I stand, Chasing the dreams that fly. Stars may flicker- Moon shines bright. Soft winds rustle, Past the lashes of my eye.. Whispering the tales, That remain veiled. The cosmos holds that embrace, In which I find my solace.....

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A kitten in jammies, stitched with stars, perched on top of a bright crescent moon, stares into the night sky The sky is quiet, the world looks small from up high She’s wrapped in dreams, away from it all. The moon, her cradle calm and bright, her eyes slowly drifts into the night She sips her cup, says “Good...

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Within the marble halls where shadows dance, A silent wisdom shapes each chance. "Outshine not the master," old voices warn— A subtle art, where gifts are worn. On gilded thrones, egos softly gleam, Their fragile worth a waking dream. A spark too bright in youthful eyes Can summon storms from clouded skies. Not dullness asked, nor brilliance veiled, But grace in shining, gently scaled. Let...

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on waking from sleep, our dreams disappear ~ life is a dream: why then should death we fear...

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(“Shadow Puppet”, 2023, original encaustic) Dreamtime Is there anybody out there Sings the Muffin Man From Drury Lane The San Francisco skyline now Tilted past recognition A Jumble of order and chaos Alas, once a beauty Now a beast Changed so much In just a day As Father Time sighs And wears away Surfaces that used to shine Declaring now his desire To become a her And transition to another time. (7/8/25) ...

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A child that glimpse a future peace should never hear discord between those trusted leaders’ lease that didn’t a honour abort. A promise that couldn’t be fulfilled— the playground no longer; the laughter gone from children once soaked in sun and play. Some rummage in their search to please the gatekeepers at court— most agendas that dazzle, tease accord from hope’s retort. Laughing and fawning ne’er...

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