Best Dream Writing Poems

There is a storm brewing and it is in my head,
Words are swirling in a mighty roaring wind;
Like colourful leaves tumbling and twirling,
And then it is raining adjectives and nouns;
The dark clouds are sailing across the sky.

I try to grasp the words and put them...

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When this pen of mine runs dry…
Empty thoughts fall and die…

No one there to catch this descend …
Even the paper is not my friend…

Inspiration hides behind self-built walls…
Most words struggle to even crawl…

A voice on paper with no sound…
Cries to be heard inside a slow...

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In the depths of night, where shadows roam,
A tale unfolds of shattered dreams we own.
Once filled with hope, our hearts soared high,
But now they lie broken, beneath the sky.

Whispers of promises, once sweet and clear,
Now echo as fragments of what was once dear.
Dreams we nurtured...

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VULNERABILITY

I Proceeded to face my vulnerability
it crowned me in a place of darkness
where I couldn’t find any forgiveness,
I was dwindling in all these pains
of a life unkindness.

Where people walk around in blindness
Oh, what a mess I was lead,-
that prepares me to walk in the weathering...

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INNOCENCE IS STILL INTACT

Innocence is still intact,-
no matter how bad this life attack me,
at night in my cold darken room
where it is I cry,
I would wrap my self in blankets
where I felt safe,-
where I kept my faith
and I would pray….for this nightmare to go away.

I...

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O! Love,
I wonder! where you are?
You and your senses,
That can warm any atmosphere,
And heal my essence.
O! Love,
Where do you stand this time?
As I wait under your skies,
For you every time.
O! Love,
You know every prime,
When I inhale and exhale,
And I catch my breath.
O! Love,
It seems that...

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Dedicated to: Terrence Michael Sutton & his wife 

I've been to hell and back since I was last here 
Now pondering none of previous pitfalls and fears. 
Seemingly waking up each day from a dream not over 
That each sleep has a story to be...

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MEDITATIVE ALLITERATIONS ON MY SLEEP REALITY

From the bed of many meditations
To the stare of a starry eyes,
Into the comforting realm of sound sleep.
Suddenly, I'm hanging out with frosh friend,

Miss Moyin mowing my morning memories.
Now tell me monotonously, 
Is it deep dream voyage 
Or awaken amusement...

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(written for JP)

I wish I could talk of my thoughts all-outly 
To a sincere soul, gracious, and comely; 
One's sympathy doesn't count so much 
If my sentiments can't get through one's heart. 

No one would listen or has the time 
Each has its own concerns...

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The checkered skirts my hell.
The checkered skirts that would make girls sweat in the heat with modest button-downs.
The checkered skirts that would sometimes rise up
To expose messy knees.
The checkered skirts that sometimes
Rose up to a forbidden thigh when sitting down.
I savored this.
The rare knee,
Evasive crook...

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she came in discreet way to me 
and asked me
are you going with me?
negligent and rude
I told her
I can't, sorry,
but I have so many laundry and so many bills
to be paid without delay
but certainly 
for sure
I'll release myself, only to have a little patience
she sat...

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Last night I dreamt I wrote a poem
And it was all complete
But then, by accident, I hit
The key that said “Delete.”

I tried, in vain, to reconstruct
The words I’d deftly chosen,
But all my efforts were for naught;
My brain was blank or frozen.

I knew it was a...

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I sat down with a notebook
A soft buzz in my head
Words were there
Then slipped away
Like smoke through fingers
Disappearing into thin air

Ideas floated just out of reach
Like clouds in a sky too bright
Drifting…
Never landing…

The pen hovered, touching the paper
Then the ink ran
Like a dream fading at...

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Following the trail of stardust I float to Jupiter
Looking for answers
But alas they are elusive and unkind
I do not understand
or fathom rudeness

Upon my return my eyes flutter in relief
REM sleep takes me deeper and deeper
Poetry can be written another time
Tonight there is nothing
No inspiration

Don’t give...

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We are the poets, painters and dreamers
We’re the wisp of smoke drifting
above the ice covered rooftops
on frozen winter nights

When the world is quiet.
we peer through life’s frost covered windows
We pry open its emotional doors
We walk in solitude down pathways unknown

We seek the what if
the why...

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