Dreams Poems - Poems about Dreams

In the depths of silence, when the soul transforms into an echo of dreams, An ancient song is born, a tremor of divine creation, Where duality weaves into spirals of light and shadow, And the artist becomes the gateway through which archetypes take form. Like a magician evoking the secrets of the unseen universe, He molds images from the clay...

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Written: July 23, for Contest by Broan Strand ************** ischemia d r ...

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Eat enough of the ocean. And no one can haunt you. Follow the seashells. As if they are keys to the ice cream shop? Sleep enough on your own time. And the skills you kept will untether. Organic movements. Sailing and flowers spring up. Cracked bottom of the boat. Nothing gets through. Unless it’s not a dream. So be dreamy. So be dreamless. Empty of sleep. Seeping through. Everything. Sleeping through...

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Do we enter another land? A land that we can't understand. When we dream People and places, Different faces Situations, ramifications Strange, unknown. Laughter, tears Bravery and fear When we dream, Are shown Dear ones, come to life again, Sometimes in a dream Clocks lose all sense of time, In this surreal scene. We become unconscious For a little while Entering a different land That can be exciting or banal. We do not choose...

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The factories long disappeared, Silent structures still stay; And more drugs than dreams have appeared, In Kensington today. The north of the Ave has its shine, Less fine, southerly way; Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, In Kensington today. Six miles, in a small corner curled, “What matter?” you may say; Well, the world is here, here’s the world, In Kensington today. ...

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alone i walk the lengths of this world you’ve been gone forever and a day you didn’t say you’d be gone an eternity when you last said your goodbyes i wander here alone in my wilderness while you’re out there on the other side i walk around chasing the light in a sky that clocks the time meanwhile i shed my tears...

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When random thoughts are bombarding a mind, Cohesiveness among them is hard to find. Metaphors and symbols just like in one’s dreams, Even what is seen, is not what it seems. One must not resist, just let the thoughts flow. Look for the patterns and see what they show. They show the direction, but rarely the conclusion, There isn’t much reason, just...

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Sweet dreams I'll have I guarantee Sweet dreams I'll have Of you and me Some dreams are poems Posted here Some dreams big snowstorms Crystal clear!...

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From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise, On the paths of the night, our steps are guided by nameless stars, In the cosmic silence, the whispers of destiny that traverse us are heard, Every hidden thought becomes a window to the inner light. Through forests of memories, the heart seeks its way to clear...

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ART! He painted my death, With such dedication I've never seen before. Every stroke of his brush, on that paper, marking out each curve, twist, and turn my body made As I writhed in pain. Premeditated murder, or a death masquerading as suicide, or perhaps just an unlucky soul. My hands on my throat as I choked to death, He didn't...

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Your love is like a rainbow that arches through the skies, It gives my life a purpose and answers to my why’s. Like God’s promise throughout eternity, it’s your promise just to me. That with God’s help there’s no limits, and with your love I can be free. Stick with me my rainbow, and just you wait and see. I’ll...

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Facial expressions carrying the first dreams that have never known the word impossible Dreams sparkling with tomorrow's victory dances, belly laughs, pure joy that multiplies with every heartbeat! ...

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In summer, I would never hear the call for dinner. I was having too much fun when I was at the plate in wiffleball and hoping I would score the winning run. I could not hear the voice, "time to go home", as I dug holes and caught crabs on the beach. I could only hear...

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Under the leaden sky, where dreams intertwine with the shadows of night, monsters walk among us, born from divine wrath and ignorance, creations of gods who laugh in hidden corners of the universe, fed by human folly that strengthens them with each passing day. They wander our streets like aimless ghosts, mercilessly hunting any soul they encounter, leaving only desolation...

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