Sweet Dream Poems

 

Again the dreams, each dark cold night,
of a white horse, oh sweet delight;
he turns to me, waiting it seems,
each dark cold night, again the...

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there he stood
as if a dream come true
my little pony...

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Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop—
an ice cream truck near a rusted shop.
Its engine was spent, its music was low,
and something inside told...

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As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for
 this day's receipts. 
When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in...

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sultry days, Summer sun
budding breasts, bikini
a pre-teen flower blooms
tan skin, baby oil shine
misty water beading
making sweet rainbow dreams



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In the dark of night, where dreams bear bloom,
and silence reigns in my shadowed room,
my pillow waits, serene, composed,
awaiting my sleepy head to doze.

Beneath my...

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I was a teenager, standing at the gate of a dream universe,
dressed in a white dress, flowing like rivers of milk from fairy tales,
watching how...

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I love to create your story in words, like a dream woven from threads of light and desire,
As if it was and is no more,...

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In a dream universe, my fragile bones yearn to become
A parchment of your essence, engraved in eternal silence,
To blossom into birds and bees that rise...

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I fear I have forgotten how to dream,
or am I merely stuck within the seam
that separates the waking from the dark~
perhaps my dreams have flown...

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Often quiet evenings, when I read,
Memories of you softly intrude
Times when you were my only need
Heady days of a love we pursued
and saw only in...

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Dream love, of all our time, we spent walking in the sky above. 
We played all day, walking through time, and looking at the past...

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We
could have
danced all night,
around the calm
pond where cold dark waves
seem to send electric
notes that echoed all around
in the garden with melodies
soft that sent throbs in...

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Dream of Trinidad 

In quiet nights, I hold a dream,
Of sunny shores and ocean’s gleam,
Trinidad calls with gentle grace,
A warm and tender, loving place.

I reach...

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Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days;
Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of...

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