Dream Iambic Pentameter Poems

My heart throbs fast while panic does linger on

beholding child who frees himself from wheelchair

there soaring high toward triumph against pain

devoid of spasm midst sweet...

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Send forth your waking sun to sway this slumber

I beg a breeze to bargain in my favor

My chains of memories shall break with morning

Please pull...

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My restless thoughts at last stop pestering me.
No consciousness have I when first I’m sleeping.
I long to be submerged in dreams’ deep waters.
Oh, Sandman, guide...

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Act 3

Shall I have thee slaughtered? 
Hung drawn and quartered?
Speak of marriage? 
White horse and carriage?
Do you truly love me? 
What of those two or...

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Pendulum clock grandfather caramel pear 
    Pacified cogs set time tamper potential 
    Tranquil hands erase a thousand arousals...

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Her husband's kisses made her heartbeat quicken;
he held her hand and whispered, 'Happy birthday' -
and for a moment, Janet felt convinced his
untimely death had been...

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I fall as shadows steep, and very heavy
the outer world of waning stars do sparkle.
My lids grab hold of death though I am breathing.
The darkness...

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The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a...

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NO MANS LAND

It’s no man’s land, where an emptiness resides
That’s in between the waking state and sleep
And face to face with dreams, can only stare
The...

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As a child, this reoccurring dream haunted.
When I would run from a monster chasing me
Then he'd reach out to grab, I'd fly undaunted.
As time went...

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DREAM OR NIGHTMARE

Am I still sleeping or did I awaken?
I could be dreaming but might be mistaken.
I am searching for the bathroom urgently,
But then I...

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The mute sense dazed by trance adrift elusive,
never wavers a moment to lacerate
the endangered dormant psyche unwary.
Contrived by passion dream of pale possession,
sapped by nascent...

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Not quite awake, I drifted back to dreaming
as sleep would not give up fulfilling magic;
soon lifting me into a sense of twirling-
among bright flowers dancing...

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Gentlest souls, promising grace will always win
Even through the shadows, there comes an inkling
Coloring hopes with feelings, blessed by the light
Softly whispering through the loosened...

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Moments before lower mind drifts into sleep, 
awareness self-aware, in the vast bardo,
sans identity, as pristine soul presence,
woos the universe to infuse magnetism
within our childlike...

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