Dream Writing Poems - Poems about Dream Writing

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 dawn I tried to grasp A thought or spark It unraveled… A tangled thread...

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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 and the what for We do not prostitute our dreams for the...

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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 you are: My shade... My sunshine, A unique place! Where I can be...

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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 with tender care, Now lay shattered, beyond repair. The stars above, they...

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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 up an ancestral voice whispers She has answers And questions I had...

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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 of the leg, The elusive top of the thigh, In between scripture She...

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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 into reality? Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © December, 2020. #OnTheSpotPoetry #PoetKing #PoetSkills...

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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 down on a chair and said there is no problem I'm waiting solve...

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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 nightmare where it has a rebirth in a place of thorns that...

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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 know I am strong enough to fight this agony,- Oh, how the...

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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 together, Now syllables are cascading from above my head; The metaphors, similes,...

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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 masterpiece, The best I’d ever written And every reader, every judge Would surely...

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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 drown… Eyes now close into a deep sleep… Off to a place...

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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 treasured forever Come golden sun or a silver moon I...

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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 in mind That I prefer to keep the pain within...

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