Love Dream Poems | Examples
These Love Dream poems are examples of Dream poems about Love. These are the best examples of Dream Love poems written by international poets.
You are red sun in my gray cloudy sky
Cheering me on despite blues in life
I look up and see your beautiful light
From gold glowing soul such a delight
As white wind beneath my brown wing
You carry cranberry heart love inspiring
Your yellow whimsical smile like spring
Give rise to sapphire songbirds that sing
You are as sweet as sap from green tree
Lime cure your laugh defeats melancholy
Moonlight carves path from Black Sea
That is teal tragic past rebirth’s dream
Your heart is a love flower warm opening
Even in rain shower you power positivity
I can look at you for hours inhaling peace
You empower what nectar is to a bee
"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
Life’s a lucid dream where we are in trance,
so we reflect on musings created,
in imaginary realms where we dance,
our roles shape shifting, stooped stance sedated,
at times sorrowful, at times elated.
Having not made love and light our mainstay,
our dreams betray that we have lost our way.
Your wild inner child is obviously broken
Despite big smile your words when spoken
Seem to bleed from lack of something
Could it be a dream or just a need to scream
You tell stories of never being allowed
The little things of past precious child
You feel you raised siblings at home
While still a child when days were long
Your body grew into womanhood
But it’s true your inner child stood
Stuck in time in limbo as little kid
Life wasn’t simple and you did
Eventually fall in love with a teen
Who for you bore kids despite dream
To be an artist and be so esteemed
You’re trapped by life you want things
The little kid inside wasn’t ready to be
A mother a wife as destiny winds sing
Perhaps next lifetime you will find
All your hopes and dreams in time
Tell me darling, what’s the time, what’s the time
My Fitbit is out of charge, out of charge
What you say I can’t define, can’t define
Maybe distance is too large, is too large
“Love, I can’t speak from here, speak from here
I can’t tell where I am, where I am
It’s just signs that you hear, that you hear
Hope to send more of them, more of them
Just remind me you love me, you love me
Anytime that will suit you, will suit you
Don’t forget to be with me, be with me
See I am with you too, with you too..”
sweet love ascends as a gift of rare moons
painting dark, wet sands azure
our footprint glows again
Dare to dream, to believe
A believing heart isn’t naive
Source of hope, promise to relieve
Every fear, each tear will leave
Wiped away – please don’t grieve
So soon, in heaven we’ll perceive
Library
Off to bury
Minds, spending time
Reading, soaring to imaginative levels
Harvesting curious ideas, challenging the devil
Experiencing many worlds, action always in a swirl
Around their setting, where the conflict can be upsetting
But when, the story comes to an end, happiness wins over the sin
If not in a hurry, destiny, visit the library, where the imagination will come alive, and cry
A good book is the way, to carry a day, under the sky blue, enjoying fantasies that are cool
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
taking all the memories of summer love,
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
When the cloak of autumn is soon drawn;
when evening stars dance in the sky above,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Wind still sings in the Forest of Argonne,
I hear the song of my truelove
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
September dreams are like a swan
who flies entwined with her beloved,
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone.
Seasons stretch as nature yawns,
I hear the calling of spring doves
and dream until the winter dawns.
The memory of summer past is long
and autumn chill will soon unglove~
I long to sleep until the leaves have gone
and dream until the winter’s dawn.
as a character in life’s dream ~
why not ride atop love’s moonbeam
Where oh where can you be now?
Dreaming and waiting for you,
till I met you I will wait.
Baby has arrived.
FELICA
Felica, Felica
I cannot help even dreaming
of you my friend
It has been many hard years
But I would be honored to full fill
your long awaited unfulfilled
birthday wish
Problem is we are far apart-
I am not sure where you are
but imagine it's still Redding
and I am beyond Oregon-so if
you could come to me.................
I might some day visit where you are
However, this is uncertain
Nevertheless, I am constantly looking for you
my brown eyed brunette doll!
The distance between light?
One need not count
stars, nor measure a rocket flight --
If one on another, far out there,
gazing back a thing would not be brighter
down here.
In every dark, a flicker of light --
Why I advocate dreams….
The morn' is a white veil of fog ~
Fog's stillness is creeping, swirling,
whispering, swallowing the trees.
Oh, I am lost in shifting mist . . .
I feel his soft breath on my face;
Fog murmurs of forgotten love,
then, we are kissing lips, twirling,
and like a soft sigh . . . he is gone.
dim light
a flicker soft
recalls a past dream of love
in a park lit with silver shine
now just a memory.