Dream Weaver Poems - Poems about Dream Weaver

Dream Weaver The weaver sits before the threshold of the daystar Upon a carpet dyed in ebony spread across an alabaster porch, Hidden by a cape of ivory shimmers, In between twilight’s caress and the palest blush of dawn, To gather from the floor of slumber’s tent, and far pavilions, Starlight threads of lacy midnight raptures And cobwebs...

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Forty years shopworn yet still taut, the past a seamstress rare Her words reknitted, stitched and purled —to dress a future bare (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)...

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She sits in the moonlight and weaves her dreams of life ideal and happy things. Then, picks herself up and slowly walks back to reality. Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016...

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A Poem on Baya Bird for Children and adults too How can I forget, This sweet little, dream weaver Bird Baya, Whom I love, from the depths of my heart, This dream weaver Baya, Reminds me and reminds constantly to all its fans, How anyone, can weave their dreams Into a reality, By collecting one by one each straw, And...

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tossed in restless sleep surrounded by shadowed hands farewell dream weaver...

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She spun a web of dreams With strands of silver moonlight Centered lies a star so bright Illuminating her desired night Framed in dancing silhouettes As dusk kissed earth's Silken breast Midnight governs soul and heart She flirts with planetary counterparts Romantic kisses from her lips Sensual caresses of slender finger tips She shed her self of cloth and shame Bathed in twilight's soothing rain Laid herself upon...

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In My Dreams , Dream Weaver Weaves Beside still waters and pastures lush and green I wander into a late summer night dream. She appears with her eyes so beautiful and deep a vision that forever tempts me in my sleep. Long flowing gold adorned her jet black hair chasing me showing how much she does care. Caution for beauty sometimes lead...

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Oh precious noble sunrise gift Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love Your my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor where your grace pours upon lips divine honey Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away It would be...

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Oh precious noble sunrise gift Collecting small pieces of mosaic to a beautiful love You're my majestic rose whom blossoms deeply splendid Flowering a Princess young and lightly blushing regal sovereign Take me with you into dreams of royal splendor where your grace pours upon lips divine honey Please don't make me dream lonely or pine away It would be...

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The dream weaver of passion’s illusions paints magical visions Within the soul of desires lost, the token King shifts wildly upon The chess board of life, until he captures the Queen of hearts, Melting her beneath his words of enchanting poetic charms. But the black knight yields not the field of battle, for the flash And glamor of a delusionary...

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Moon dancer, in your petticoats, swirling on the lawn, dewdrop drinker, night wind stalker, daughter of the dawn. Castanets coil your fingers, diamonds drape your toes; not equal, but greater, if with normal juxtaposed. Beautifully different, a gypsy sort of soul, one, who out of nothing, music can cajole. Lightly stepping, ever reaching, walking upon air; if searching, one will find you...

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"Dream Weaver Damsel" in a tiny corner beyond mysterious hills a quaint curio shoppe promised exotic thrills amid cryptic designs whispered brisk Autumn chills as the marmalade sunset cautioned while pursuing frills ... misty clouds had invited as curiosity excited I entered dusty door of my own free will. melodies chanted a pleasant, yet haunting refrain as a slight...

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A dream within a dream enraptured me in sleep and as I am suspended between the two, I keep them both in separate spheres in an attempt to differentiate the pair But they keep going to and fro as I try to keep up with their flow; then as my snoring plays it's sad refrain I'm back in...

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Shallow strands; slumber's token Veiled words subconsciously spoken   Dark window to inner being broken Pent-up desires from entomed depths awoken New pathways from psyche's cluttered road pared Surrealistic vistas sculpted, with well-worn peaks paired Imaginative streams by conscious's reservoir snared Nightmares flood overloaded circuits, subliminal fears bared Fantasies flow through refurbished conduits, delightful impulses shared Time's burdensome mantra refused Spatial limitations are excused Yesterday's sorrows,...

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Oh dream weaver Can this possible be Could this happiness be all for me Will i wake from the dream when the nights at its end will i see a bell only to hear it ring, waking me up without this life of wonderful things Tell me dream weaver,That i have not been given such a wonderful life for it...

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