Dreamlands Poems - Poems about Dreamlands

... Pains are supposed lifetime teachers, Teachers that connect mind to soul. Soul, mind connects unto preachers, Towards time... life lessons made whole. Pains are pieces of peaceful storm... ......

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... Gnarled trees yawn under a starless sky As a swift coldness mixes with the "howling wilderness,” Crescendos until pure silence strangles the macabre atmosphere. Preparing for the imminent j......

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...In a labyrinth of time, every second is a grain of sand scattered, everything hurts: old age is a veil of shadow over my thoughts, and death, an old acquaintance, draws closer with every tick of th......

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...Share your empathy of unbridled dreamlands my dear friend and help me heal my abandoned, decrepit heart with its peeling, dangling memories in my troubled mind Give me faith for shatte......

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... A parade of floating, verdant fields appear within a clouded dream idyllic islands in the sky a tranquil vision, peaceful sigh of heavenly serenity. Yet now, the scene is set adrift by om......

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...In a boundless night, under the sky where the stars burn like the lost thoughts of a sleeping god, I feel suspended between worlds, in a silence that sings echoes from unseen universes, where time f......

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...See you in Dreamlands, Where your thoughts transform into actions, Where your imaginations transpire, Where your mind just goes off, And where your heart just pours out... Where your creations m......

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...ntoward are the ill-starred, unto death is the road. Unto all is charity. Unto life is wine. The merry sing unto sleep then unto dreamlands they must go, I and you, each of us the king......

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...In the prolific dainty world of Angel's dreamlands I rule with the boundless mercy of God's dominion! From the rosy haze of a million viable heathlands, Out of the disorientation of a ......

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...State of the Art (IV) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. Hearthside by Michael R. Burch “When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” — W. ......

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...AsylumBlowup Deep purple and pink Floyd you have colour in your valium _yellow like sunlight inside this hole place of evil minds come to bare_a-trolley a-cometh to your table lots of goodies and yo......

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...Southern Icarus by Michael R. Burch Windborne, lover of heights, unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace, you climb, skittish kite... What do you know of the world’s despair, gli......

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...~I've moved to Hong Kong where many brave souls dwell. A million Davids slinging stones of democracy and peace. At the empty-headed ogre who will forever loathe the free. To let loose his hell ho......

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...Southern Icarus by Michael R. Burch Windborne, lover of heights, unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace you climb, skittish kite ... What do you know of the world’s despair, gli......

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...Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected by Michael R. Burch Athena takes me sometimes by the hand and we go levitating through strange Dreamlands where Apollo sleeps in his dark forgetting ......

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