Best Imaginationdream Poems
I like to walk alone
I like to walk alone
In the desert...
By the light of
The stars....
And the moon......
A man.......being a man...
Alone...and comfortable
In his own skin....
I dig a hip hole....
Yes, the sand is cold....it doesn't remember me...
And that's as it should be....
Laying down and looking up
At all the gems and jewels
God has given us.....
To dream that dream again
Of you.....
And the day you wore that
Empire dress...
When we were just kids...
Funny what a man
Thinks about as
He closes his eye's
To sleep.
drifting along the milky way looking and
watching the clouds roll away looking at
the rainbow in the sky drifting and dreaming
as time goes by as I twinkle in my head
nothing whispered nothing said only moments
sitting day dreaming while I just sit and stare
when I want to get away when I want to pass
the time when I want curl up and leave it
all behind I dream about the sweetest things
that nothing can compare when I day dream
my thoughts take me everywhere.
Copyright@July2005
Patricia Jaye
I stumble from the cab of this ole truck,
To the sleeper where I lay.
My eyes close,I drift off to dream land,
And I awake to a sunny day.
I smell leather as its cent kisses the air,
I have a taste of gun smoke,
The sound of spurs clinging from a boot,
All the horses dust is so thick it could make you choke.
The smell of rot gut liquor,
The sound of a swinging saloon door.
The sliding of the glass as it sciffs across the bar,
The laughter from the second floor.
The meeting in the streets at twelve o'clock,
To see who had the fastest gun.
To the card tables where money lay,
An argument over who won.
Hand as quick as lighting,nerves of steel,
The two fourty-fours hangin on my side.
Well now I must wake up,put the six shooters away,
This big ole truck is the only horse I will ride.
Time to leave that dream land for another day,
Need to get this rig down the road.
I will return to dream land,to my western world,
But I really need the pay,so now I'll deliver the load.
I came home late and went to bed,
pulled the cover over my head.
As I lay drifting off to sleep,
my mind’s thoughts went too deep.
My eyes came open but I could not shift,
my body tranced, paralysis was swift.
I felt the bed sink as I lay prone,
but no one was there, I was alone.
As I laid there too scared to cry,
I thought for sure that I would die.
The weight of a body laid on mine,
feeling stress on my legs and spine.
I could not move, even vocalize,
I knew my mind had to focalize.
I laid there thinking it was just a dream,
I had to except it, I could not scream.
Ten years passed when the next dream occurred,
to others, this dream was quite absurd.
Again I was lying prone but asleep,
awoke when my neck felt a figure creep.
I shrugged my shoulders to make it cease,
managed to say; stop, give me some peace.
For years I have been free from this nightmare,
that left me loath sleep and dreading the scare.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "A Fragmented Dream” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance~A Rambling Poet
Oct. 4, 2010
I thought about you last night;
I hope that you don’t mind;
You showed up in my nighttime dream,
One of those sexually explicit kind.
You may not think of me like this,
And to be quite honestly true,
I am just a little bit surprised
That my dream had featured you.
I don’t mean to embarrass you,
Or put you on the spot;
I just thought I would mention that
In my dream you were really hot.
I hope that this admission
Doesn’t ruin our friendship;
I wonder if reciprocated,
Would you dare to mention it?
So with your permission,
If I can influence my dreams,
I’d like to allow my consciousness
To continue with this theme.
I have a dream!a dream to love and to be loved by all,
I have a dream a dream to stand and not always fall.
A dream to control not to be controlled,
A dream to live and not get old.
A dream to pass without having to try,
A dream to smile and not always cry.
A dream to speak and to speak out loud,
A dream to touch to stars,sky and the clouds.
A dream to accept the things that I am and not what I want to be, a dream to stop
dreaming and happy being ME.
I
In that small moment dream takes
to fly from memory and become
the nagging image of forgetfulness
the muted clank of psyche's hold
I can turn too well in bed
and learn the pains of comfort.
II
Whenever these rivers of the night
Dry hard into red scorched beds
Depression takes over my daily self
Like the avenging angel of time.
Scouring winds rub out the image
Leaving behind the carcase of summer.
III
Suppose thought gave way to dream.
Bridges would collapse. Our simple talk
Would become a spree of metaphor
Not even poets could afford.
Self would reign over all meaning
And again the tower would fall.
IV
But why do these solitary creations
reveal their meaning first to others
as if the dreaming tongue betrayed
its beloved solipsism? Eyes wrapped
in fabrics of truth and lies,
the dream asks its interlocutor: who?
V
A tree springs from my stomach.
Nebuchadnezzar's madness overcomes time and reason
to plant itself in my soil
to come alive again as if
all history is compressed by night
into an image none can forget.
VI
This drowning boat, this fish river,
this medusa returning as a bowl
of squirming snakes which I eat:
these dreams lie like abandoned gifts
but still share their secret being
with listeners to my night's echo.
purple sky above
fits my dreams like a glove
the blue grass blowing
from the windy day
like the twister in my head
swirling around thoughts of dread
as they take my innocence away
my dream world becomes a nightmare
purple skies turn to gray
i shouldn't but i cant hear my words
what's happening to my dream world
its falling apart at the seam
cant tell reality from a dream
i fade into nothing
into the pits of insanity
oh wait...it was just a dream
They say dreams never do come true..
But they are wrong, I say they do
I dream of violence, I dream of hurt
I dream of children, they live in dirt
I dream of you, I dream of me
I dream of how this was never meant to be
I dream of my feelings, I dream of my thoughts
I dream of these things, I dream of them lots
I dream of my loved ones, I dream of the dead
I dream of these thoughts, exploding my head
I dream of you yelling, I dream of you crying
I dream of you hiding, I dream of you lying
I dream of you hurting, I dream of you shutting me out of your life
I dream of the of the only one I can trust, I dream of my knife.
They say dreams never do come true,
But they are wrong, I say they do.
Bubbles
they come out of my ears
cause they were once my thoughts
some are large
some are small
and some come out already faded
Those are the ones my subconscious leaks out
they come out already breaking apart
for I am not ready to remember and figure them out
like a puzzle I thought would be fun to make
but gave up upon when I realized the picture would be ugly
they come out of my mouth sometimes
like those times that you're practicing to say something
and you just push air with your lips
or those times that you thought you had something
and your teeth stay unconnected and hanging
then he walks away
...
Bubbles
As a child I loved bubbles ( still do I mean)
When you try to catch them in your mouth
or you keep hoping one of them won't pop
till they reach the highest part of they sky
I guess because, that's the closest of what a dream would look like
...
I feel trapped in one at times
like I am a goldfish in ritual of choosing
of looking at the submarine or the castle or that rock over there
over and over the same thing everyday
too bad I don't have a five second memory
But a lot of the time I like being in one
like when I'm laying down next to him
I feel like nothing can penetrate this moment or time
Something we both felt and keep together in our minds
This is a place that we could both share
Bubbles
They just come from soapy water
But they look like crystal balls
you could watch your destiny
or pop them and choose your own
Or hopefully if there strong enough
and choose not too break
they could float up to the sky
and your dream will never fade...
The dream kindled the story's passion.
All the colors crashed together forcefully;
Like a vision of madness,
It told of everything's nothingness.
All the colors crashed together forcefully.
We met where beauty and wreckage joined.
It told of everything's nothingness -
Yet the compassion exploded around us.
We met where beauty and wreckage joined.
Loneliness floated away with the open air -
Yet compassion exploded around us
And the night's sorrow's drowned with the tide.
Loneliness floated away with the open air.
Hidden within, there is unrivaled amazement
And the night's sorrows drowned with the tide.
The dream kindled the story's passion.
Oh Kathleen! You seem as distant from me
as some ancient nebulous universe
yet near as last night’s dreamy reverie.
Are you just luminous stardust dispersed
into eyes of a starry-eyed lover
by some celestial fairy sandman?
Only to awaken and discover
that your loveliness is nothing more than
a dream imagined. Must I wipe away
this besprinkled magic dust that beguiles
me? To watch your lovely image this day
fade from view, then reappear with a smile
at days end in a dream, again of you.
Oh! Hasten sleep that I may dream anew.
I went up the dark and white stair cases of my apartment, with keys ready in hand, upon
arriving at the black door that leads into my house. The echoing sounds, of my door
unlocking could be heard throughout the hall, as my black entrance opened slowly, and
creaked ever so feverishly. I entered my house at approximately 3:03, and said my
greetings to my father who was on the couch and my brother who was on the computer. I
went into my small room and laid on my bed and looked at the sun that was penetrating my
window then with eyes halfway closed started to dream*.
*I’m in an unknown field surrounded by Red Sands, but the dream was a little hazy; I looked
around and saw what looked like to be a white school house, but it was devastated and
dirtied by the little storm of red sands that seemed to circle around it and me. Then I heard
the laughter of a child but there was no one around. Then I heard the laughter of another
and another, and then they started to appear one by one, children’s around the age of 5, 7,
or 9. They seemed be playing a game, a game of baseball in an apocalyptic world, and
suddenly they vanished like little red storm clouds. The dream, my dream started to
become clearer and clearer, I started to run and run thinking this would somehow make this
dream of mine into a reality, my hands were now stretched out towards a sun that to was red. I could actually feel the red sands blowing on my face,
my hands, my hands were now about to break the barrier between dream and reality.
Then I heard my name being called.
My dream vanished like the red sand tornadoes, and I awoke, but my hands were stretched out towards the sun that was penetrating my window.
^this actually happened to me
To Dream is an honorable thing
sometimes it includes a gift or a ring
but not all people have the same dream
some of them want to dance or to sing
a dream can come in many forms
but the impotant ones makes you feel warm
Even kids dream in the sky
some of them want to fight or to fly
all that is said
is what you dream in a bed
you can always achive
if you beleive
all that i say
is dream, dream away
I dream of you.
Do you dream of me too?
I wonder if you're near.
I miss the touch,
Miss it so much,
Of one I hold so dear.
In my dreams you're real
And what we feel
Is everything that's right.
When I'm asleep
The dreams I keep
Inside my heart, held tight.
I dream of you.
Do you dream of me too?