Dreamt Poems

Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamt  

In a parallel world, a day I spent  
Unlike the reality, it was humble and decent  
Wandering alone with heart full of dreams,  
Never felt as a pity  
Wanting me to live being gritty  

I did what I wanted with no restriction  
I was

I dreamt myself dreaming myself dreaming myself dreaming--

I       woke       up

on the mattress placed in our living room. I found a cat in my house—it’s the size of a Shiba, and its fur a vibrant orange, with stripes raven dark. I said to my mother, “What an odd looking cat.” She

I Dreamt I Was Catching Fish Last Night

I dreamt I was catching fish last night.
The sea was flat as my once white sheets,
Stars hung like lanterns,
cold and watching.

I cast once.
The line sang.
The pull came sure.
It bent the rod like a prayer.

The fish didn’t fight.
It came easy.
Too easy.
It stared with human eyes.

I cleaned it on the shore.
Its blood was warm.
It smelled like iron

Stranger in the Attic

Silently, stealthily, slowly
He strolled with great care
So as to avoid the floorboard
That would squeak 
And seal his fate

Smiling, sweating, successful
He slid past the enemy
That could terminate
The solace he sought
And savored

Sulking, seething, sitting
He swallowed day old soup
And dreamt of caviar
That could soothe his craving
And his sanity

Softly, safely, soberly
He slipped into serenity
Without a struggle
Into the shelter of

I Dreamt Of Doves

The guns silent, war ceased,
doves flew free from child's hands,
and the youth aged to elders. ~

In the Realm of Illusions

In the realm of dreams we wander,
Crafting worlds both bright and somber.
Lost in illusions we have spun,
Entwined with shadows, every one.

The dreamer crafts each fleeting scene,
Woven with whispers, soft, serene.
Yet dreams themselves hold mystic might,
Born from our thoughts, both day and night.

How do we wake from this deep trance?
When reality seems to dance?
Both creator and

I dreamt about the future, I dreamt about the end

I dreamt about our future baby,
I dreamt about you and me.
I dreamt we left this dead-end town,
I dreamt we left our parents’ homes.
There was a storm of ages
It was racing across these plains.
It was gathering wind 
It was gathering speed.
I dreamt this storm was heading to Chicago
Just like you and me.
It sucked up every drop

I Dreamt

I dreamt of blue birds
and buzzing bumble bees.
I roamed with the bison herds,
prayed with mantis on our knees,
and butterflies in the breeze.

I greeted the cheery chickadees,
dragonflies, and snowy owls.
I marveled at graceful manatees.
raucous sounds of guinea fowls,
and warblers’ velvet vowels.

I raved at ravens
dancing on a fertile field.
Mice sought havens,
safe shelters that red ants build
in hopes

I Dreamt Of You

Even as the night has drifted 
softly upon me 
distilling its emptiness.
So also has your memory 
in silence 
crept from within the walls,
wrapping me in the velvet cloak 
of longing, and desire.
And I am helpless
for my senses betray me.

The memory of your scent 
rests upon my skin.
The thought of your warmth 
presses against me.
The vision

My Friend

My Friend.

I dreamt I saw you
Ignored you at first
Then I hugged you
My old friend
I wouldn’t let you go
As in real life I did
I want to reconcile
Take back the words
But what difference would it make?
None so I’ve heard
You were here
Plain as day
Your old self
I wish only good for you
I hope you know
I wish you luck 
And

I Dreamt Of The Troubles

Northern Ireland, it was a peaceful Saturday of August 15,
1998. There were many people shopping in the center of
Omagh, in Tyrone. Then, at 3:10 p.m., the car bomb
exploded close to the junction of Market Street and the
Dublin Road. The bomb, the murderous bomb, the
life taker ripped into the flesh, the existence of 29 people,
men, women,

I Dreamt In God's Colors

As I lie neath an early summertide planets-aligning
eve of a celebration,
silver shooting star's sparkle above the endless
bridge of the cosmos-
a bridge where those who have passed from
earth before us stride.
Some of them children who run and shout in
astral play,
young and older couples with snowy crowns,
people of all races, all ages,
in reuniting bliss with loved ones.

Friends

The Girl who dreamt

There was a girl whose soul which was past repair ,
she didn't want perfection , she wanted affection,
people who will understand her messed up emotions,
She wanted to care, care for someone who will care for her too,
She wanted love, the type of love which would make her feel peaceful,
And there she was with the ticking

I Dreamt of You In Diamonds

I dreamt of you in Diamonds
The essence of refracted lament
Advantageous to the brought
Juxtaposed with rainbowed purpose
Two fold in ambition, yet distinct
With its discourse.

I dreamt of you in Numbers
The essence of logical reign
In admonition and retribution
The pearly facets of disdain
Perplexing your inherent shadows
With warmth and simple subtlety.

I dreamt of you in Water
The essence of sweet dispersion
Cast

I Dreamt of Haiku

I dreamt of haiku,
but instead of writing them...
they were writing me!

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