Best Dream Weaver Poems
Oh Great Dream Weaver
may the strands of hair
be placed just so
While the fog settles down
out in the fields hovering
ever so low
With wise hands just where
to wind the leather
to know
How to entangle bad dreams,
caught upon your web
so away they go
Through the many intricate
patterns and all the
tiny little holes
Permit the good dreams
to pass through and
take hold
Halito = Blessings to you in Choctaw-Apache
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
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Dream
Weaver,
Where are you?
Caress my hair,
drift through my mind's eye...
Let your fingers dig deep,
unearth the day's toils, plant seeds
that give birth to joyful tendrils
Use these, weave me rivered reveries...
Stay by my side 'til Sun kisses my cheeks
Blanket me in your kaleidoscope warmth
let silken threads of dreams tickle me,
so smiles meet my lips as I sleep
Unravel my wrinkled mind,
smoothen it, breathe new life
with your magic touch
Let me feel you,
Dream Weaver
Visit
me...
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Date posted: April 25, 2011 6:40am
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
You're my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances on a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 22.07.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Oh precious noble sunrise gift
Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love
Your my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid
Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign
Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor
where your grace pours upon lips divine honey
Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away
It would be the beginning to a warm happiness true lovers should feel
Where we will hold each other in silent whispers
Starlight wonder dances upon a stream of silver dust
And the moon's loving energy promotes the Divine
Magically you raise me up enchantingly songs
A heavenly choir bringing the stars into the soul
Inside your Heaven we will fly together free
As the sunflower we turn our minds toward the light
Becoming one spouse with the perfect pure love
Into another space I feel you all around me
Written by L. Mc Daid & A-L Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
"Dream Weaver Damsel"
in a tiny corner beyond mysterious hills
a quaint curio shoppe promised exotic thrills
amid cryptic designs whispered brisk Autumn chills
as the marmalade sunset cautioned while pursuing frills ...
misty clouds had invited
as curiosity excited
I entered dusty door of my own free will.
melodies chanted a pleasant, yet haunting refrain
as a slight pungent odor infused by wolf bane
the proprietess welcomed with a silver head cane
at her side was a midnight blue giant great dane ...
a charming confection
a cozy connection
i wandered in amazement to purchase sculptured frame.
she offered a sweet tea from a boiling cauldron tin
suddenly the silence invaded quiet as a pin
this euphoria feeling tasted tempting as sin
while spraying wild essence which appeared from a bin ...
a mystical trance
fashioned vivid romance
I envisioned a breath of intoxicant gin.
floating through space on invisible wings
seeking to escape from perilous things
trying to seize the illusive brass rings
as I started to weep I heard two lovebirds sing ...
dream sequence is over
awake! smell fresh clover
was my dream a prediction? premonition? or warning?
*For SandyIvy Davis's Good Enough Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S..
A Poem on Baya Bird for Children and adults too
How can I forget,
This sweet little, dream weaver
Bird Baya,
Whom I love, from the depths of my heart,
This dream weaver Baya,
Reminds me and reminds constantly to all its fans,
How anyone, can weave their dreams
Into a reality,
By collecting one by one each straw,
And then weaving, each straw
With a skill,
Which only needs
Practice and patients only.
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Children, of this modern generation,
Needs to watch and see this bird,
Very carefully,
How firm determination and practice,
Of any art and skills,
Can be learnt by anyone of us.
All you need, is a will to learn and do it,
With concentration of mind,
Which improves your skills, slowly and slowly
And one day,
You too can give a shape,
To your dreams,
Like this Dream Weaver Baya.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 11/ 12th Jan. 2019
Dream weaver
The creator of fantasies
Places unknown
Way beyond the seas
Dream weaver
Enter into my mind
Take me on a voyage
To places I cannot find
Bring peace to me
As I sleep tonight
Invade this darkness
With your eternal light
Set me free
From these chains that bind me here
Release me from this pain
And take away all my fear
I beacon you
And again you come
Stay with me tonight
Let these dreams you weave
Deliver me to the sun
The End
By Greg P
The dream weaver of passion’s illusions paints magical visions
Within the soul of desires lost, the token King shifts wildly upon
The chess board of life, until he captures the Queen of hearts,
Melting her beneath his words of enchanting poetic charms.
But the black knight yields not the field of battle, for the flash
And glamor of a delusionary joust, can never win this maiden’s
Devotion, for her inner shield bars the mark of vows promised.
Oh in the bard’s eloquent lyrical tones, his sacred words sing
As sweetly as the nightingales soft lullaby, sweeping the dreaming
Damsel off her feet into passions imaginations world of pleasures
Fantasies, but a darker flame flickers in the night, guiding, calling
This wayward mistress homeward, for she belongs to the black
Knight heart and soul.
Bold is the white knight of clarity, trying to vanquish the
Dark arts beguiling spell, but no demons nor God, can part
These atomoshereic creatures drawn together by forces elemental,
For she is the light that balances his darkness,
And their binding love begets the balance of each other’s
Universe.
Welding his golden wand, the dream weaver builds
Crystal castles in the air, shinning illusions of Camelot,
Tripping the light rays of magic, tossing diamonds as
Confetti shards that sparkle beneath the moons elliptical
Brilliance, yet the queen’s devotion does not waver,
For she loves another, with the whole heart of salvation
Everlasting faith.
In the cold chill of the night, the Queen of hearts
Awakens, stepping lightly as If made of air itself
She steps behind the dark battle horse of fate,
Then placing her fragile hands made of porcine glass,
Into her mighty lord grasp, she mounts behind
The King of black, riding into the distant horizon
Abyss of darkness.
Screaming in protest the wizard of illusion falls
Into madness’s sorrow, for his lost love betrayal,
But she smiles in the night, embracing this
Lord of passions flame.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Moon dancer, in your petticoats, swirling on the lawn,
dewdrop drinker, night wind stalker, daughter of the dawn.
Castanets coil your fingers, diamonds drape your toes;
not equal, but greater, if with normal juxtaposed.
Beautifully different, a gypsy sort of soul,
one, who out of nothing, music can cajole.
Lightly stepping, ever reaching, walking upon air;
if searching, one will find you climbing heaven's stair.
Don't let the stale world change you; continue to pursue
your dreamy fabrication--living impromptu.
Copyright, September 28, 2014
tossed in restless sleep
surrounded by shadowed hands
farewell dream weaver
In My Dreams , Dream Weaver Weaves
Beside still waters and pastures lush and green
I wander into a late summer night dream.
She appears with her eyes so beautiful and deep
a vision that forever tempts me in my sleep.
Long flowing gold adorned her jet black hair
chasing me showing how much she does care.
Caution for beauty sometimes lead men astray
yet her laughter begs me to forever stay.
An image that so sweetly burns into my brain
I pray it return forever again and again.
Into those eyes of one that knew love
looking for eternity from high above.
As I feel myself slipping and start to wake
offering my true heart for her to take.
She flies away laughing, dancing as she goes
will she ever return again, nobody knows.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2015
Richard's contest:
Have a look through my poems and find a poem that resonates with you, quote the title and a line from the poem.
**Then write a piece in response to how you feel and what you see. **
YOUR POEM TITLED-- Reach beyond where I have reached
VERSE CHOSEN --
" Not very long ago
I was young and strong
Our youth is fleeting
It doesn't last very long"
She spun a web of dreams
With strands of silver moonlight
Centered lies a star so bright
Illuminating her desired night
Framed in dancing silhouettes
As dusk kissed earth's
Silken breast
Midnight governs soul and heart
She flirts with planetary counterparts
Romantic kisses from her lips
Sensual caresses of slender finger tips
She shed her self of cloth and shame
Bathed in twilight's soothing rain
Laid herself upon blooming meadow
Thoughts drifting little sparrows
She spent the hours resting there
As the southern wind teased her hair
Upon awaking she found herself
Tiptoe balanced on Time's collective shelf
Heart beating like fairy bells
Overlooking sapphire oceans
She felt the wave of calming emotions
Her dream spun web now complete
She joins the company of silent sleep
Her midnight tale in heart she'll keep.
( Crow Cries)
Oh dream weaver
Can this possible be
Could this happiness be all for me
Will i wake from the dream when the nights at its end
will i see a bell only to hear it ring,
waking me up without this life of wonderful things
Tell me dream weaver,That i have not been given such a wonderful life for it to merely be taken away
If so, for what i have received i shall be grateful for the rest of my days
Shallow strands; slumber's token
Veiled words subconsciously spoken
Dark window to inner being broken
Pent-up desires from entomed depths awoken
New pathways from psyche's cluttered road pared
Surrealistic vistas sculpted, with well-worn peaks paired
Imaginative streams by conscious's reservoir snared
Nightmares flood overloaded circuits, subliminal fears bared
Fantasies flow through refurbished conduits, delightful impulses shared
Time's burdensome mantra refused
Spatial limitations are excused
Yesterday's sorrows, actions with today's sense of urgency infused
Today's sentiments, yesterday's deeds are synchronically fused
Tomorrow's presentiments are tethered to present cares then defused
Phantasmal mysterious spectator
lingers between reality and dreams.
Waiting, weaving spectacular wishes
from our hearts chambers of solitude.
Fabricated images in complicated braids
creating rainbow crossings of tempered color.
Whisking sand matted eyes into designed visions
dancing on clouds of impressionable illusions.
As inner hallucinations castle bridge is drawn silently...