Best Lifedream Poems
Again, there will be water - Soon!
In sleep - the deaf silence
reminded me - last night
a leaf withered...
It reminded me of the vase
In which we were the three of us
Dreaming a dream with dew
Sipping from the month of May...
...and little by little my stem
withered in distress
and my painful leaves
found an excuse in Death...
Again, there will be water - Soon!
With little, gentle handfuls
the Life's cup is filling
with crystals of desire
I dream a hopeful dream
regenerating roots
There is the water - plenty
and Oxygen enough...
written at 13, translated now
Some dreams have no answers some dreams make no sense
Some dreams last forever perched upon a Razor-wire fence
Some dreams make us empty, other dreams make us whole
I once rode the breath of a dream right straight into my soul
Sometimes I search for answers to questions I have never thought
I used to think every dream had a price and it could be bought
I learned that dreams, which can be bought, are not dreams at all
Just another way for some fool to bang his head against the wall
I pray all throughout the day, in the circle I burn my sage
Isn’t everyday of our lives another beautifully written page
This is the way I have come to believe, it is everything that I see
Sometimes what is, is not what was, but it is as it should be
Life is made for living and we must all choose our path
The good, bad, happy or sad, it is up to us to do the math
So what does this poem mean have I not written it so clear
Dreams, schemes and old routines can drown our soul in tears
So if we are unhappy about the lives that we have come to live
Lets rely on a dream with Jesus Christ teaching us how to give
When we are willing to give all we have, the Lord will
make sure we will always have something to give. Be
strong in who you are and what you believe because in
the end you will pay the price of your actions. Let your
Soul be where you seek your answers for Christ lives
with-in each of us. Our mistakes prove we are human
our salvation proves we are redeemed and our love is
what proves we are saved. I love all of you more than
i could ever say. I hope that Gerard Keogh Jr. reads
this poem for i wish to dedicate it to him. What a
wonderful gift his poem to many of us was.
I dream a perfect life
My life wishes, simply
It has been a waste to dream
Nothing can be real
I dream of a good life
I have plenty of friends that care
I have a life to spend
But this is just the beginning
I have been living a lie
A pathetic way to begin every journey
The world will never be the same
This is the end, of a new beginning
Fulfillment
What is this thing called life,
working and struggling
no end in sight
what ever became of the dreams that were me?
Where am I,
who am I,
what shall I be?
Fulfillment is the dream sleeping in the cocoon
awaiting the rebirth of the child
who still believes in the man-in-the-moon
somehow safe,
until the sun arises to awaken the child
and sparkle off the dew of hope
that keeps the dream alive.
Fulfillment shall be mine one day, and the dream,
so sweetly nurtured,
will burst forth on wings alive with vibrance and light,
and the setting sun will no longer
bring fear of a life left undone
I.D-deal-an-ology of Irresponsibility
Turn creation away from appreciation
And into a miracle
Turn the miracle away from care
For what possible pathetic hands as these
Could ever change anything
Turn life into a repentance for living
The demoralization of heavens acceptance
Gives anyone the easy excuse
Not to do; anything
Tis the last refuge
The last fig leaf of blindness
The very last impromptu surrender
That has nothing at all to do with this
Ideology of Irresponsibility
Places responsibility at someone else’s feet
And heaven augments the captivity
Of dreaming for something better
But; Better the dream in practice
Punishing the wicked
The social classes and poverty created
To think elitist
But deprivation instigated
The cause of so much suffering
Turn the blind eye to perfection then
And wait upon salvation
Turn teaching to the plethora of rigmarole
Do nothing about them
Say then
It is all in God’s hands
And wash clean your own
Rest the conscience in the balm of deliverance
Praise all the little tiny aspects of creation
And never know
What it means to be responsible for them
Walk away in comfort
Be comforted
By an inglorious gratitude
That strips caring to a falsehood
Of simply shrugged shoulders
Cry humanity, weep, wail and bitter turn
Shed the tears in abundance
And do nothing at all
About them
Ideology of Irresponsibility
Places responsibility at someone else’s feet
And heaven augments the captivity
Of dreaming for something better
Though; Better the dream in practice
Rather than the if, but and maybe of promises for tomorrow
and not today
Floating with the waves of the melody
With smile as I fly above my past
Embracing the best memories!
That we had Wish they were here!
Now!
With the person in that memory here by my side
But that would have to be a dream
For in dream, even in a dream the person
Shall be missing from the dream
But the music is too loud for me to remember
And the past is too vast
The past was too sad!
But now!!
I’m happy
Floating with the waves of the melody
Sometimes I cry,
Remembering America when it was a baby,
It had so much aptitude and hope,
Like Lucifer we have fallen from the heavens,
The America dream was a haven,
Now tarnished it becomes a nightmare,
Lingering in the darkness
Sometimes I cry,
Thinking of this inane war,
Knowing that it will devour us all,
We have become acrimonious,
Butchering ourselves in the process
I cannot enjoy the warm spirit of the sun,
Foreboding that one day the sky will be covered in obscurity,
By the ashes of our soul,
Sometimes I cry,
Knowing the American dream is gone,
Once a baby now a man transformed into the devil’s apprentice,
It seems
the longer I wait
on this dry shore
the farther you get
as I watch you sail
away
from my place
on this dry shore;
the winds pick up
and your sails unfurl
and with every breath I lose
watching you drift away
a gust of wind
sends you with blessings
of wasted breaths;
and I see you still
distant as you are
going to that place
I dreamt for you,
a place that grows farther still
as I dream for you
grander things
and grander places
that you will visit;
And on currents
that seem to flow
to the beating in my chest
you sail farther still
and with every dream I breathe
you sail farther yet
and you’re so far away now
from where I am
on this dry shore;
and I wonder if things would have been different
had I not sent you away
and kept you here
on this shore
where I can still see you
no matter how far you sail
from this shore
that you have never left
and I have never left.
A dream is like a River it never ends
But may bend
Dreams can come true
If you believe they do
We all have dreams
With many different streams
Some are big, some are small
But if you want that dream give out a call
Be what you want to be
And let everyone see
That a dream is a wonderful thing
Which will make you sing
And have a ring
So dream a wonderful dream
I dream in Poetry
Not in black and white
Sometimes I write them in my sleep
My muse is a creature of the night
I dream in rhyme
And count syllables too
I dream in Limericks
And also in Haiku
I sometimes dream in color
But I always dream in poetry
In my dreams
Poetry sets me free
For a dream. How many have died? How many survive to reach it? Mind full of crucial
decisions. For it, we choose it, and make it religion. For a dream
American pie sliced in a billion directions. Doing dirt or working a regular. Got to get it or
settle for less. NEVER. For a dream.
Knowledge, sports entertainment, political, religion, and business engagement. Selling your
soul to get your worth out of this game we call life. For a dream.
Money, sex and power. Money can devour every thought you envision. Sex is now profitable
gain but what is the true price paid. Power over all, power over none, power is fleeting and
disappears like the setting of the sun. For a dream.
Nowadays got to make it do what it do. Stand up or see life from the rear view. It's always
20/20. For a dream.
Dream chasing, forgetting all family and friends. Dream chasing, forgetting all you were
taught to begin with. Dream chasing, end with a blaze of glory, step up and rewrite history's
stories. For a dream.
A dream escapes my
grasp of time,
I float, I float, I float blind.
Through kaleidoscope
scars I bear,
my fears mingle with
rattlesnake snares,
and ticking, spinning
clockworks chime and chime,
like death’s rasp, and repetitious
rhyme.
I’ll lend you these thoughts:
I keep them in a glass vile,
and I’ll wait for the best
moment to
shatter.
They’ll then ponder over
the matter,
as if they were sadder!
And say,
“What an accident, she was forgotten!”
But I dream, I dream of the dead.
Their dark whispers haunt
my books.
And I want to give them looks,
I want to tell them I feel.
And that I too see in hues
of vivid memory.
I awoke from a dream the other day
it wasn't a normal dream for me
and I woke up in a cold, cold sweat
because I'd had an epiphany
The foresight to which I would foresee
took my breath away, and no matter
how deep of a breath I gulped the
anxiety became urgency
This feeling that I kept, was the feeling
one gets..like a baby needing it's nursing,
still I chuckle inside while I pushed it
to the back of my mind and went on
about my day as nothing
towards the end of the week I was knocked
off of my feet with the ringing of the phone,
It was my mama to say.."I had a heart attack
that day..luckily I wasn't alone".
After this call I would sit and weep for
the many years I had given her
adolescent grief
But if I could turn back the hands of time
I would not do it just for me,
I would do it for my mom and dad so
that I remember them smiling and
not for making them sad
I now replay my thirty six years in life
to figure out how it all flew by,
and as I follow the deaths through
our generation tree, yep, the next
is my parents..and then will be me
We live in a Supreme Dream
Higher than any cloud, it holds more weight
Like the queen’s supper on a gold-rimmed plate
A Supreme Dream
Thin shards of glass, adorned the throne
A still image of royalty imprisoned.
A Supreme Dream
Of cream chiffon dresses, diamantes and sequins
Ribbons unravel, threads begin to rip, sequins slip
This Supreme Dream
Glossy manes and Primark clothing
Built upon lotions, creams, fashionable copying
Each hair breaks and splits, her outfit becomes old and weary
This Supreme Dream
Dominates the power of reality, dresses up for the morning sun
A Dream so Supreme
We all envisage it, deface and demolish it
So supreme we become breathless, that individuality is forgotten.
Together we stop and move back
Sleeping beauties
Of this Supreme Dream.
when you take life in prospective
and look at it from every side
then you come to realize
that everything happens for a reason
like that lover you're missing
that left you broken hearted and confused
you know the one that left you laying in the rain
like wet puppy on punishment
ususally i choose to look at reality
rather than imagination
for fantasies only raise my hopes
but when i do dream
i dream of beautiful things
like finally releasing
the pain and sorrow on my heart
that weighs on my chest like a wooden cross
or i dream of finding that perfect one
mr. right
someone who takes me for me
when you put life in prospective
and look at it from every side
then you come to realize
that everything happens for a reason
that happiness only comes through
pain and sorrow first
later leading to triumph and victory
i'm just simply waiting on my day