Dreams Poems - Poems about Dreams

I always thought I’d grow up to find that one special someone The one who I would love unconditionally and whom would do the same in return I always thought I’d grow up to eventually get married and have my parents there and my father be the one to give me away at the altar...

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Golden sunsets paint the sky, Stars appear in evening's hue, Night's soft whisper starts to sigh, Golden hues upon the mountains high. Night's soft whisper starts to sigh, Moonlight dancing on the sea, Silent hours of darkness fly, Night's soft shadows softly lie. Silent hours of darkness fly, Shadows cast by moon's pale light, Dreams and secrets softly tie, Silent hearts that beat in night. Dreams and...

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"I would like to see you living in better conditions." Hafiz Exiled and devoured by smart bombs, The alchemy of history, rises above The dazzling explosions, and the fury of shock waves. Read the winds that blow in time’s face, Of high struggles and passages of hope Between the margins and the dreams, Recurring parentheses in ancient books. They live in their offering,...

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TO DREAMING DREAMS OF REALITIES Why, only in dreams do we become entirely free From the gloom and doom of our present melee? Why, in dreams only, do we become entirely free, Flying high in the sky, free as we always wanted to be? Why can’t I dream dreams of visions I can mold Into dreams of realities, fulfilling missions of...

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Dream palms sprout, wetted by sweat. Like an eternal rainbow in the sand, Dubai entices the world. It’s not a mirage over the dunes, but a stunning truth of the spectacular opulence. The culture mixing in the palette of desert with tints and shades of all continents is sublime. Our forefathers with hopes flying like...

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My doctor warned me not to fall. Should I give up on big league ball?...

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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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Those We Love ...

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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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