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Alliteration Dream Poems | Alliteration Poems About Dream

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Red rambling roses.
Pink parading  pansies
Yellow yawning ylang ylang
Scarlet shining strawberries

Gorgeous growing gardenias
Beautiful bending bracken
Lovely lilting lilies
Attractive ambling agapanthus 

Carefully crafted
Meticulously maintained
Fastidiously fashioned
Delightful daydream

Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015

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The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

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Resignation registration affiliation with
Other companies.
Instigation not fun to see.
Outstanding subtleties 

Nature's nourishing NECTAR needed
Surround sounds astounds naturally
Imagination imagery MAGICAL ecstasy
These are the tides that ATTRACT my attention
More poetry, arbitration prevents LITIGATION

Character assassination 
Needless argumentation 
Wasted human nature 
Three pointer shots in the last seconds of
The game.

These are the situations that make me 
Believe what ever will be will be 

The sick the healthy 
The convicted WRETCHED the corrected
The movers shakers the claim stakers
The rich the poor 
Side by side 
Tempestuous tempting tides 
STRIDE after stride

Opposite dreams at the ROOT of the NECTAR TREE

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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Sahara like breeze blows Nubian melodies
serenading warm ebony loins.  Nile River
ecstasy birth beautiful bronze broods 
in the spaces left by wandering time. 

Truth etches freedom threading
between the banks of reality;
in the shadows of Moses
the glimpse from the mountain top reflects
fleeing visions of the drummer’s dream deferred.

The morning comes: a new day begins. 

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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Feels like the end
Scrambling a surety for a bend
Will turn to a trend

Never could feel for pay
But be a bit Daniel Day
With marilyn's kiss each day
All satisfied even just in a bay

Dreaming away peeling
But this feeling
Once like aubrey
Other brought comforting as a 

Confident but yet
En route so hot
Sweetly imperfect
But worthy as believed
             Twitter: @bashalums

Copyright © Basiru Alumbugu | Year Posted 2013

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I dream a kind of world

I dream a kind of world; 
where prevails peace and love. 
I dream ... 

Where nature lives own life 
and the human being, own. 
No way the flowers wither, 
no way the creatures moan. 
Springs sing all the ways, 
on the trees; chirping birds. 
I dream ... 

The creatures live for love 
no one hurts the other. 
No one face the distress 
and no one shades tears. 
No one lives beggarly, 
suffers hunger and thirst. 
I dream ... 

There's no war or battle, 
no arms and ammunitions. 
There should not be reason 
to have the sort of prison. 
To quench their selfish craves 
no one shades the blood. 
I dream ... 

There we have bright days, 
happy people with self respect. 
Their needs are fulfilled 
according to choice of taste. 
Every home is filled joy, 
illuminating rays of hopes. 
I dream ... 

Sun gives the warmth to all, 
and moon, the soothing rays. 
Flowers make aromatic and 
shining stars embellish ways. 
Everyone is blessed by God 
and everyone feels cared. 
I dream ... 

Vanished acts of immorality, 
no one commits the sin. 
Everyone goes righteous, 
bear the holy souls, within. 
Everyone feels in the paradise 
they have got their abode. 
I dream ... 

(C) S. D. Tiwari

Copyright © S.D. Tiwari | Year Posted 2015

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   (FOR TONI M.)

Standing, staring seaward,
Sore eyes see the horizon resting content
On the frothing pillows of the beaconing sea;

Here I stand consumed in the web 
Of lingering thoughts spun from dreams of dreams
Somehow always dreaming back to me:
Drifting dreams deferred.

The sun peeks out under shades of clouds reflecting
Sable apparitions: Beautiful blackbirds’ breasts 
Gleam with ebony luster:

Sweet silent stares shatter.

The chilled ocean breeze conjures
Whispering echoes of screams:

Ancestral moans and groans echo
From the bowels of sunken ships;

Staring seaward, stepping sand
Backwards, I leave fading footprints.

The echoes follow.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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Hope and faith for The masses
Recreation of. Liberty and freedom
Long life and prosperity in future
Smiling birds with songs of Praises
Clothed children with Assured future.

Freedom of the Press as a watchdog
Freedom of speech and freedom after speech
Freedom of movement to recreate and renew
Freedom among the poor and The voiceless
Freedom of choice and peace for all

Power supply And good atmosphere
Table for all, love and unity
Unity in cultural Diversity 
World class citizen, world class Nation

Faithfulness among the leaders
Drive to maintain harmony
To satisfy the masses of their quest for goodness
Humbleness not as crafty as the fox.
There we climb Above the ground
To recreate excellent spirit of the tradition.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015

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DARK and GREY Night

When wise winds whispered
touched the tall tree tops,
branches opened like arms
to welcome the silent snow.
	Night was all dark and grey,
	moon buried in loneliness,  
	rugged roads remained restless, 
	while wild winds whipped.
In the night's silence I slipped
into a dream where you amazed
me with a sensuous sweet song
and secretly soothed my soul.

March 2, 2016
Night Silence - Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016

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A Dreamers Start

A heated rush,
Pink tinted flush,
Reflection as is,
An insights quiz.

Who art thou,
Consistant vow,
Hand across thy chest,
A promised test.

Channels to choose,
Casting unforgettable news,
Markings red,
Rose pedals fled.

Right mentality,
Serving punctuality,
As the dreamer recieves,
Their reaction achieves.

It takes a dream to make a dream possible.

Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013

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Snowy Lovely Place

Snowflakes smoothly slipping
From the shiny,soft and silky sky
Swaying silently and skillfully
so spectacular swirling

Copyright © Pattapol Somprasong | Year Posted 2013

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Professionals Name

New Release,
Thin line,
Time descease,
Bright shine.
Ahead of the game,
Shown by evidence,
Professionals name,
Body filled; tense.
I'm clear of doubt,
Finally here,
All about, 
The rippled sheer.
Unraveling down West,
Opening up; tall,
Best of the best,
If I can't walk, I'll crawl.
There's intense steam,
Blowing smoke,
Common ground; team,
Haters will hit;but choke.
Phrases by action,
My hand flow,
Stylistic traction,
High to low.
Artistic up front,
Surveying for you,
Messages to hunt,
Head of the crew.
Unwind to heal,
Natural mind at work,
Beauty to kneel,
Intentions to merk.
Parallel order,
Tinkering my brain,
Letter hoarder,
On paper to strain.
I shall generate,
The emphasis expectations,
Stirring up bate,
Hear my unique creations.

Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013

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One Among Many part 2

I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better. 
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
 I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
 I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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(Dedication: For Tim Smith, my PoetrySoup buddy)

Sun steers shadow
Moon mimes mellow
Firm faith follows

Day dons deep daze
Hurl hollow haze
Mist meets mind maze

Describe dream dance
Passion's plush prance
Chasing charm's chance

Curves charm clear choice
Play plots prime poise
Next norm now noise

Time transits trip
Life loiters leap
Soon season sleeps

Make motives meet
Start story sweet
Touch tender treat

Be bold belief
Rest ripe relief
Glimpse gloomy grief

Pain paves pathway
Cheer calms cold clay
Deuce detains day

Death deals dire deed
Nurture notes need
Flesh finds fine feed

Leon Enriquez
20 Feb 2014

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014

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Soul Food

The taste of passion drips down a paintbrush,
Stroke after stroke with emotion in each drop.
A story told without words,
Is one to be ravished.
Can you feel it?
The change of heart within each pigment.
Fighting between love and hate,
Deciphering the symbols against a stigma.
Do not question creativity.
Question what makes you creative,
Then chase it.

Copyright © Evan Mattingly | Year Posted 2017

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Sunday afternoon in Florence

Dreams dashing in daring dragoon 
People prancing in purple picturesque paintings
Tourist touring transubstanciating terrain 
The world is not just an oyster
The world is my oyster 
Like a sunrise in aix 
Or a sunset in Florence 
It connects my inwardness to the vast labryinthe of world consciousness 
World capitals and ancient villas spread out before my soul 
I am the dreamer who dreamed himself into his dream and loved it so much it became true.

Copyright © Phillipe Foucher | Year Posted 2015

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Golden dream

Golden dream of my recreate heart,
alike sui juris chow coram craving  character .
Lacquey unaccustomed grow dumb art,
endure canoodling for chronic creature. 
Reimbursing my biotic lacunae part,
gotta exhibit usance's unblemished picture.

Copyright © Madan Mohan Upadhyay | Year Posted 2016

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BLUE MOON TREES whistles and wings love to cling to branch trampolines. like humans, they hanker for adventurous voyaging. here’s where the story takes flight. you see, they wade and wander, into the genius greenery of central park, that is on the Oasis ship - docked. trees are silent at sea, as little shuttles lift off, as the vainglorious ship departs port, and dark deepens. lavishing love and holding hands, wet whistles of whiskey and wine. clapping and high-fiving wings, in disbelief, of their uproarious adventure, climb ever higher, as high as possible. alight on the prime pinnacle of their favorite trees, to fantasize. one lone bird, closes his eagle eyes. as the stars, billow away below, he stretches his wings and soars, at tremendous speed, a first bird landing on the blue moon trees. he preens himself proud. Evermore - angels with wings, whistle and wish. 5/10/2017

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017

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dream on

I see myself first class relaxing in my own plane
Having my own estate walking with pride down my own lane
With fields and servants working on my plantation of sugarcane
Then all will bow to me even that silly boy in my class....Lexy Kane
My siblings are at it again, they just shouted "dream on!"
I wish i was a Sheiks first son
No siblings at all...OK to play with maybe just one
With maids and bodyguards till even after the sunlight is gone
Again they said it! "dream on!" 
That i will definitely do
At some point,some place, possibly the zoo
I'll figure out a way
To ensure come what may
My dreams are realized
And my company will be prized
Important things discussed and spoken on
Instead of my sisters irritating "dream on!"

Copyright © Oluwatomisin Oyegoke | Year Posted 2011

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Redwood Ride

Redwood Ride

I rise, I rise, on a redwood ride,
Pages dropping aflutter;
Clouds cloaking, angels singing
Filling the air with ethereal joy!

Through wings of winsome warblers, I rise,
Through showers of diamond drops, I rise,
On their way to dress diamond lakes.
No weight of worries, light and free.

The horizon hides and falls away;
Colors stripe as soft as a babe’s blanket;
Clouds cuddle against the cool night;
Woes of the world have taken flight.

Come with me on a redwood ride.

(While dozing on the deck.)

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016

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Apart, Apart, in Ever-Dream

I come from Dawn to Night's long mile
Whose boyhood heard the songs of brooks
And mourned the sparrow's falling,
And Hope, those days did lift my wings
As lone I strode the gardened fields 
Of honied labyrinth...
Apart, apart! In Ever-Dream,
My bliss found full at giants feet-
Enthralled, bewitched at Sky's orations
Or what forests deep did tell...
And now the Day's long-bearded trek
But to endless shade proceeds...

Copyright © Michael Grugan | Year Posted 2007

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Sparrow Sputters

Heart flutter hopes
like wind scattered leaves
tangled in dream twigs
By breezy adversity
Clinging and clutching to branches of memory
of yesterday's sunshine in torrents today
Glimmers  so golden they flicker so faerie
As dream dazzled  tears yet drip in dismay

Tempering splashes of minor discomfort
Mocking the mind games while three moves ahead
What will it matter when every thing's dead
Ride with the flow living the now
In a present so tense  it's teaching you how

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2008

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Sound of change

I feel that someday there is gonna be a change
          A change of mind
          A change of thought 
          A change for love
The voices in my head
Leaves me with no meaning 
It tends to disconnect me
From the present 
           It calls me
           It calls so hard
That I could hear them from the whispering 
Of the ants on the ground.  
I know for sure that this struggle,
This depression & poverty will soon be gone
And one morning 
The sun will rise 
In my abode.

Copyright © tonye george | Year Posted 2017

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Rich rhyme
Takes time

Word well
Dream dwell

Thoughts thrill
Fond feel

Live light
Glimpse sight

Bright blooms
Zest zooms

Sign says
Pique play

Sure space
Prime pace

Etch each
Ripe reach

Style stay
Wise way

Leon Enriquez
15 June 2017

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017

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Our Dream

You’re the god send,
You’re often lost in your own thoughts, 
For something bigger.  
Don’t have to be the leader, 
but your often the one that’s sought
more often than not 

you ask the question, what if it were true?
The appropriateness that truly, truly defines you
You long to get out of the darkness
And into the light 
God of your dreams
God of your domain
the truth will set you free
Hope is all that remains 

It's not literal movement
Only a state of mind
Subtle of the myth
The gods stood looking at the light
But not from the window 

It’s the brightness of the night
To find that one inside 
It’s a gift that you can’t buy
This is what belongs to me
This is where I fit in
We’re right they’re wrong 
That’s the way it’s got to be 
Make the most of the dream
Make the most of the night
Just because there’s darkness
Doesn’t mean there’s no light
It’s the ever changing longing 
From here to where we go

Copyright © Gregory Horn | Year Posted 2007