Dreamscape Poems - Poems about Dreamscape

“Imagine,” he said, “the magic of pretending, whether one is in bed or on a mountaintop. —quote by poet The rush of wind, and hush of chimes, between breaths. ...

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The night unfolds her velvet veil Paints the heaven with alabaster clouds They drift like ghosts, whispers of air Dancing in rhythm with the moon’s beam Its silver glow, serene and calm Rolls gently over vales and hills The stars, like gems gleam In the sky, a cloth with sequin glitter The earth, entranced by nature’s quiet beauty Pauses as...

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We slip into the cradle of night's arms, Beyond our weary, wakeful selves, we go. Where hopes take flight untouched by worldly harms, And whispered wants, like drifting petals, flow. Beneath a veil of stars and moonlit beams, We cross to foreign lands of our design, A portal to a world beyond our dreams, Where truths and aspirations intertwine. And when we wake...

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darkest night, silence blessing away tears and fears, stardust shimmering ...

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Slowly drifting on a billowing cloud the languid liquids drench the underbelly of the moons ethereal glow. The dreamscape transitions from dark to light. Shockwaves shiver and melt into lakes of mercurial sky. Fire flashes, breathing new life into Nuclear Nights born of creative overflow....

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In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive, A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway; To a realm unseen, where hearts believe, Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay, A world where reverie and reality secretly play. Through the veil of verity… …Aisling nocturnally creates, Mountains of moonlight, rivers of rhyme, A world untouched by changing tides and...

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When Neptune's nostalgic sighs, weave ruffled rosaries of brocade ink, bleeding from blackberry wrinkles in torrential time, I wonder if herculean eyes of my earthen heart, are afraid of being abandoned by the electric rhapsody of life's alienated aroma. Swinging on the translucent parabola of a frozen rainbow, my fate is skewed as a cantaloupe silhouette, of helix-shaped maple pamphlets,...

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* A collaboration with the awesome Liam McDaid Fair maiden who sails on each crested wave  Drawn from the deepest ocean currents  Galloping white steeds landing on golden sands  Within each beat growing stronger feelings  Exploring beauty inside this magically universal dream  Developing under every passing moon Joining with shadows we unite souls  I see a starlight shining so brightly, blinking  Destinies promise to...

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In dreamscapes vast, my spirit glides, Through starlit realms, where mystery hides. Adventures unfurl, above silver streams, Where dragons soar, in moonlit beams. A waltz with time, beneath a velvet sky, Miracles unravel, as I close my eyes. Trekking through realms, where the impossible's not what it seems, Bound by imagination’s limitless themes....

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morn! lovesick Blue jay croons, squirrels scurry in haste for ever… boisterous in grey coat. breathtaking vermilion tinge painting sky with glistening hue, intoxicated July dreamscapes idyllic beauty of glorious day!...

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whilst courting reveries in chamomile ...

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relaxed in the sunshine of a quiet afternoon her mind drifted away into the pleasant dreamscape ...

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Clocks tick on old, wooden walls shelves of books line the room suede elbow patches rest on chairs part of the suit that plays host to men of distinction stories as lavish as their clothing tobacco smoke billowing fantasies constructed in the ephemeral clouds Toys are tinkered in shops carvings are made the shop keeper closes up pulls her hole-riddled jacket snugly against her body and...

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Wake up! You awake to cliffside turn-tables--mountains crumble into the divots of the record; mountain goats float upon ethereal notes. They bleat in conjunction with dusty LPs. Soon enough, cities rise from the mountain passes, urban ghettos spring up like wildflowers. Graffiti artists sneak out to complete works. The absence of pastels, traditional paint, and...

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He sprinted through an awesome barrow, skirting a stone. The music of July night is hidden behind hazel leaves. I smile and watch young people play from the walker garden. Indeed, the downpour plunged, beating on my roof tied a tin drum. Choking out the bunny's smell in the extents of the forest. July fireflies long for...

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