Dome Poems

We are asleep under the dome of dreams that dance in secrecy

We are asleep under the dome of dreams that dance in secrecy,
in a labyrinth of shadows where time whispers forgotten tales.
We step on carpets of stars woven from the threads of deep night,
seeking the hidden light in the cracks of silver silence.
In our slumber, life is a river winding through the abyss,
where each thought is

Under the dome of nights shining like a sea of falling stars

Under the dome of nights shining like a sea of falling stars,
The fruits of summer pour out their fragrant burden in a waltz of dreams,
The aroma of encounters with you, my love, like an elixir of hidden gods,
Intoxicates my senses and carries me on wings of time and longing.
Your body, a sanctuary of summer, sculpted

Nuclear Nemesis : The Golden Dome

Written By:  D. Collins 5/29/25


With no magnetic field nor atmosphere.
Wouldn't radiation rain down everywhere?
What physics are involved with explosions in space?
And what would be the outcome of the human race?


Would it completely throw our moon out of whack?
Causing major tsunamis or have they thought about that?
I'm no genius but I have simple common sense.
Explosions

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AMNIOTIC FLUID

AMNIOTIC FLUID

I am your amniotic fluid
                               imbibe me
I am your amniotic fluid
         I nourish you
implode me
 

Under the dome of eternity, where the stars weave the secrets of the cosmos

Under the dome of eternity, where the stars weave the secrets of the cosmos,
I learn at my own expense that on the long path of life,
I encounter many masks and few faces,
In a world full of deceptive mirrors, true freedom hides
In being yourself, a soul stripped of the veils of illusion.
You trade reality for a

Beneath the dome of an unforgiving sky, a spring with a leaden heart warms up

Beneath the dome of an unforgiving sky, a spring with a leaden heart warms up,
Around it, whole worlds gather, with stiffened breaths and glassy stares,
Herds move, languidly inside a landscape torn from an apocalypse painting,
And lambs – ah, the little white lives – begin their journey to return to the earth.
There’s a hidden corner of

Beneath the frozen dome of a late December, I learned with melancholy

Beneath the frozen dome of a late December, I learned with melancholy
That those who gave me wings are not the titans I summoned in my childhood dreams,
But two earthlings, stirring my dreams into an aura, breathing whims of ice and smoke into the cauldron of my being.
And in that harsh month of ice, when my

When eternity and the moment embrace under the dome of stars

When eternity and the moment embrace under the dome of stars,
Love, the soul's royal garment, confronts the sword of time.
It is the torch that burns to the bone, battling against death,
And with each pulsation, it inscribes the essential, the sine qua non of existence.
Oh, love - the unexpected radiance in the eye of darkness,
Turning the

Beneath the celestial dome, where stars dance in silence

Beneath the celestial dome, where stars dance in silence,
My soul, a nocturnal wanderer, seeks your shadow in hordes,
Among thousands of the night's dark shades, and the beat of wings,
You are my shining labyrinth, the kite struggling towards winged horizons.
Ascending the inscrutable mountain of silence, with peaks lost in clouds,
Here I am, searching among the shadows

Surreal Magical Mushroom Dome

Surreal magical mushroom dome
From where did you come?
Where is your extraterrestrial home?

Your iridescent sheen gives us such a feeling
Your mystical properties have our faeries reeling.

You are the one we speak of at elf meetings now
Gorgeous does not describe you, for you are a wow.

Surreal magical mushroom dome
From where did you come?
Where is your extraterrestrial home?

Beneath the Dome of Radiant Skies

Written: September 24, 2023
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Beneath the dome of radiant skies,
A realm of dreams before my eyes,
Where rainbows dance and colors blend,
A mystic charm that will transcend.

A rose blooms in the heart of this realm.
Its buds are brittle, with an innate whelm. 
Each petal holds a secret prayer,
Whispered softly in the fragrant air.

Pray, oh divine, grant me

A Building Is Not a Home

A building is not a home,
Because it’s got a nice foam:
There has to be some blood ties
One can feel their truths and lies
Or man and woman with rings
That control their reckless wings…

A building is not a home
For looking like ones in Rome:
It has to be rather safe:
The skins there should not just chafe…

You get to

Michelangelos Dome

Michelangelo was seventy-one years young
when he began designing St Peter’s Basilica, Vatican’s Dome
Lying on scaffolds for hours a day, it was a labor of love
His final hurrah, a worthwhile sacrifice,

Millions of visitors have marveled at his works.
Each streak of paint was an experienced stroke of a master painter.
Michelangelo, the quintessential designer, working for hours
Bravo! He

Block Seats For Broken Homes

A perimeter with firm block seats 
For teenagers patrolling the streets; 
More needed to strengthen their gossips;
Jokes about Dads who wash plates in ships!

Seat blocks for kids from the Broken Home.
They might on them lie: consoling foam, 
Dream of saving marriage blessed in Rome: 
Their lost umbrella, Uprooted Dome…

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