Dreams Poems - Poems about Dreams

I am a woman, and at dawn, I weave wings of light from threads of dreams, I step on paths of desires, wearing ribbons of living hope in my hair, I wonder how many stories will cling to my dancing steps, How many tears I'll hide beneath words that scatter in deep silences. I am a mother, sister, lover,...

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On the edge of time, I stand and watch how the shadows of dreams flow, people carry their burdens like stars fallen from the heavens, unraveling into the sea of endless, unanswered questions, and I wonder if hope is just an illusion woven from broken desires. What is life, if not a dance of contrasts, a play of shadows...

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We are asleep under the dome of dreams that dance in secrecy, in a labyrinth of shadows where time whispers forgotten tales. We step on carpets of stars woven from the threads of deep night, seeking the hidden light in the cracks of silver silence. In our slumber, life is a river winding through the abyss, where each thought is...

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Through the rain that sings melancholic melodies, coal clouds weave their dark dreams, I pray to reach a realm where eagles lift the skies with wings of gold, to free myself from the shadows of preachers who spread dogmas in the night, to rise above the Himalayan cliffs, covered by eternal snows, far from the soul thieves who prey...

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Moonlight sky- Shimmering like pearls above high. Below I stand, Chasing the dreams that fly. Stars may flicker- Moon shines bright. Soft winds rustle, Past the lashes of my eye.. Whispering the tales, That remain veiled. The cosmos holds that embrace, In which I find my solace.....

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In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories, I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart. I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears, For you live in the corners of...

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Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream We all dream of chocolate and ice cream We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels We all dream of good, bad guys and devils That’s where nightmare comes into play We all dreams of better days in May When the temperature is cool, welcoming and warm Spring fever brings hope, something new and...

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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 Some Kind Of Misty poetry contest Sponsored by Nette Onclaud July 5, 2025...

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If all is of mind, then what are we doing? Physical life, is it worth pursuing? So discouraging, so immature, How can mere man, ever endure? The mind can think in such jubilations, Creative thoughts giving sensations. We rush to create, with no time to spare, No patience displayed; we do not dare. Take our time, uncertain as it seems, Let thoughts mature manifesting...

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remember when the playground slept in dreams that seldom smiled the merry-goes and seesaws wept~ few truths were reconciled yet still, the empty swings bade lonely hearts to sit all wet from early morning dew and tears from wasted wishes there was no one to push the swing and laugh at tethered flight~ we stretched our legs, a song to sing to snapping wind and...

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I stand with the world in my hands, Not because I own it, But because I believe A better world begins with me. One step, I walk a quiet road, Learning life, one lesson at a time. Another step, I climb a hill, Chasing dreams that feel too high. Behind me is the man I was, Before me is the man I will be. In...

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“The magic of a gem lies not in its beauty, but in the spark it brings to the eye.” Unknown ************************************************************** ...

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I’m not only grateful today but I’ve been forever pleased That my dreams have been the source of so many of my memories ...

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Flickering lights cast shadows on the crowd, Each chasing hopes that slip through their hands. Trains whistle past in endless circles, Rushing toward visions that never stay. I stand beneath a single blinking light, Waiting quietly as the crowd fades away. No need to follow fading tracks, No rush to catch a train that disappears. The platform empties, footsteps soften, Only my shadow remains,...

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In the deep silence of the night, when dreams are born from shadows and light, do not promise me eternity, but only silent understanding, that sometimes all I need is your presence, to hold my heart with steady hands, like a fragile crystal, in a world that dances on the edge of chaos. Do not tell me you will stay...

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