Rhyme Dream Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Dream poems are examples of Dream poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Dream Rhyme poems written by international poets.
Like a wisp of smoke on the horizon,
just as elusive as the setting sun.
We mourn for the kind words left unspoken,
and for all the dreams broken, just for fun.
He who’s in a state of separation,
hypnotised and in clutches of ego,
knowing not oneness of God’s creation,
how may he his fears and desires let go,
save by shifting into staid stillness slow,
recognising this life as but a dream,
created by thoughts he himself did stream?
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
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.
What Nectar is to a Bee ?
" Its drinking desire must be !"
Invitation from bloom : Bee sips in glee.
Abloom blossom to greet
bee , offering nectar as treat
to meet its appetite.
Flower and bee ! Mutual : Complementary :
Both are comfortable in floral territory.
As prime drink, bee sips nectar.
Pollen sticking to bee in flowery sector
initiating pollination at random :
Flowery wisdom !
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Flower and bee ! Made for each other.
Nectar as bond to one another.
By Poet..... "Sometime life is unseen. What remains then shows up."
Over the many years,
pillows have been filled with tears.
Unseen dreams of attacking bears,
representing my many fears.
Now unseen what remains?
It is all locked away in my brains,
tied tight with heavy chains.
Sometimes red busting veins,
filling me with overwhelming pains.
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..”
soft colors
soft slippers
soft steps
soft bedsheets
soft pillows
sweet dreams
soft, the night streams...
~ sunlight’s satin beams
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
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
Is my soul in this brain and body, strapped?
No, it is not caged or trapped
in a dark, confining cell
where a prisoner might dwell.
In my beating heart, there is a key
to open up each bright land and sea,
or any other world, instead,
through a window in my head.
What, today, will it release?
One hundred wild Canadian geese.
Dreams drift while dancing in my bed
A million stars dangling overhead
I'm hypnotized by their shimmer
My eyes dazzled sleepy by their glitter
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In the never ending dream I keep walking
Through the insufficient scheme I keep talking
It’s a crying shame, still not quite enough
You may call it lame, call it boring stuff
In the morning street on a shady sidewalk
I move on whispering inner monologue
Wouldn’t be surprised if you do the same
We’ve got something to alter this lose-lose game
In the fading dream, that doesn’t fade too much
There’s a hidden door, that I can’t unlatch
But I tend to suspect it’s an exit door
Must be cold outside, colder than before
So this narrow passage leads to square I know
And I’m welcomed in again, where I used to go
And the waiter turns up with a tray of grapes
Offering a complimentary aftertaste.
In Germany beneath a foreign sky
I took sweet Sherri’s hand as mine
We built our days upon young hopes
And we consumed love like sacred wine
Then one day the world stood still
A voice like thunder split the air
I ran by will through dread and fear
To find death waiting there
They said my sweet Sherri had gone away
And with her passed a child (inside)
“What, a daughter I’ll never see?!”
Then felt my own heart landslide
Once we talked that if it should ever be
That God would bless our love the same
A little girl with Sherri’s eyes
We both would give her Emma’s name
Then dawn broke cold upon my face
No blood, no ward, no final scream
Yet grief still echoed through my mind
For all of it had been a dream
Envision, if you will, a star-drenched night,
a hammock on the deck and a glass of wine.
Embrace the soothing image, clutch it tight
and know your fondest wishes mirror mine.
Serenity entwines with solitude,
creating in the blend, tranquility.
A masterpiece for two, an interlude,
a captured silence meant for you and me.
Beneath this still-unsullied picture,
framed by its celestial beauty, look at me
and see an artist's face, unmasked, untamed,
evolve before your eyes, to something free—
So, how could I, unfettered, now refuse,
my liberation by the perfect muse?