Best Visionarydream Poems
Let me soar to new heights,
Let the dreams I dream
become real.
Reach as high as my
imagination will take me,
For all that could be.
No stopping half way, for a
dream to become real,
You have to take the chance.
When the desire is great, you
may accomplish miracles.
Never stop trying and success
will find you.
When you reach as much as
you are able,
It will take you right to the top.
The dream will be real.
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From The
Heart Series.
When I was a boy
I didn't do much just played with toys
and when I got older
I started to grow a little bolder
but now that I'm here
sitting' on top without those fears
I have what I have got
something I wouldn't think I'd a get a shot at
My victoria
the only one for me
My victoria
it's way to plan to see
and when I dream of seeing it
I just still can't believe
My victoria
my victoria
In my chair I can be
have my servants comfort me
yet I m still to wonder
what i'd be like living under
a way of life without
my victoria and doubt
that anytime soon
i'd get the chance to tune
my victoria
the only one for me
my victoria
it's way to plain to see
and when I dream of seeing it
I just still can't believe
my victoria
my victoria
(Victory is mine to hold)
(Everything is mine- behold!)
My victory
The only one for me
My victory
it's way to plain to see
and when I dream of being it
I just still can't believe
My victory
My victoria
A peculiar proclivity
I always dream of your pink embrace
I sit solemnly inside of the blood drenched summer without a worldly thought
I pray inside of your warm temple
A perverted proclivity
Sin is named my dream again
The tears in my eyes are now pieces of silver
The sky is dark and the everywhere dead
There is only the two of us
mirrored faces into jaded eyes
I used to dream of your warm,pink embrace
scared of the life possible to brew
My proclivity is dead
I instead travel inside of the shadows of darkest hue
he bud of my dream blooms color in the dead of winter, but i must not utter a sound for fear
it will wither/ for if i speak too loud, surly i will kill it/ but what is darkness will always come
to life, until there is light/ & through the silence, i will submit myself to birth it, nurturing it/
liken it to spring, turn summer which is winter’s only cure, it, growth's natural current/ it
will be worth it, for i shall worth it/ for if i am worthy enough to dream it, i am worthy
enough to create it, become it. #AK47
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One last dream is left...
something I've pursued for long:
to go back in time
and see myself a young man,
to get rid of this madness!
Entered in Michael Falotico's contest,
" Tanka Me A Dream "
written by Andrew Crisci
Narcissus
Once upon a timelessness
after a re-occurring dream
awoke wired and restless
with a relentless curiosity.
An unlikely poster child
creature of terrible beauty
freed from its muted haze
fiery in spirit
its kaleidoscopic variations
protected with a cloak
of sea urchin spines.
shipwrecked and rejected
The shadow bleeds into the sea
old and uncharted.
Dreamlike oddities haunt
the un healed fractures
the barnacled ghosts.
Hidden in the wing
the mythical siren sings
evolving in splendid isolation.
A pause in the rhythm
agony frozen in a time.
When time doesn't matter
it's like being suspended in space
orbited by electric blue .
A mirror in the sky for reflection
but these eyes are blind
the dark and the light are joining hands
without destroying the larger balance.
Once mute mouths trying to speak the truth
of the unsettling similarities between
the saviors and the martyrs.
Trying to connect criminal to crime scene is an impossibility
within the city of an urban purgatory
like a museum stripped of its artifacts.
A soul transforms a falling star into a polished stone
written on it:
"man is condemned to be free"
within the tapestry of the
labyrinthine dream of a reality
of prisms and polarized light"
looking closer we see only our own reflection because
in the faces of our Gods
the sun only bows
to Narcissus.
Form:
The dream of a day that will end the night
And the birth of a cloud come to see the light
Such tales will be told as our hearts take flight
Such power we find will be true inside
The dream of a storm that believes our pain
Only enters our minds when it starts to rain
Such tales will end once we see this game
That such desperate things start when we still blame
The dream of a darkness replanting seeds
And the end of a heart that held every need
Such tales that were spoken became disease
And such painful times end our clarity
Awaken the dream that recalls our minds
That we feel with our hearts through our open eyes
With such timeless tales surrounding life
It’s hard to believe that we could be blind
A new dream is found in the gathering rain
The love that I feel now speaks my name
And the eyes that reflect speak a million pains
But this story can’t end until it starts again
The dream of a day that began with night
We will live again through whatever skies
The tales of timelessly taking flight
Is the truth that I find when you are my light
How great our possibilities, if we only lived the realization of our dreams.
If we forsake the limits of these theologies.
If we came together as one society.
If we knew the truths of our history.
If we became aware of our connection across galaxies.
Does this make me weird, that I believe in the power of the human will to grow beyond all
that we see?
That our future is determined by the flow of each of our minds spill.
The imagination that plants the seed.
The words that sharpen our mental skills.
The creative brush strokes that bring the depths of the minds eye to light.
The inconceivable formulas that take us beyond the unknown, and allow us to take flight.
The power, and the potential of the human mind, the human spirit, the human will to achieve
more than human might.
Strength to believe in the impossible dream .
The dream to grow beyond our limits is to face the inescapable future, our human plight.
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