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Poem Details | by
Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
allegory, death, dream, flying, freedom, insect,
In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.
It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.
Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;
How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.
Though freedom’s light may cause our death,
It’s worth the risk with every breath.
I understand the moth’s sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.
Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!
© Connie Marcum Wong
Poem Details | by
Daniel Turner |
Categories:
death, dream, poetry,
The sandman will take pause and say a prayer
Then reach in to his special bag of sand
And with a sweeping motion of his hand
Bright glitter colored stardust fills the air
It falls to bring a dream beyond compare
Where castles in the sky are gold and grand
A momentary glimpse of "Beulah Land"
As we envision life beyond death's stare
And with that thought we'll take a rattled breath
The last tear of this life will find release
We'll see our shooting star, a passing flash
Exhale our soul and welcome life in death
Then build our castles on white clouds of peace
The sandman will sweep up our sparkling ash
by Daniel Turner
Poem Details | by
Greg Gaul |
Categories:
adventure, allegory, analogy, death, destiny, dream, philosophy,
Little droplet
your time is near,
never fear,
be part of it.
Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
unconscious stay,
Nature's final notion.
Lean back
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.
Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.
So sleep little droplet,
how sweet the dew.
To love it and live it
and to start anew.
Poem Details | by
Dana Smith |
Categories:
courage, dark, death, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, faith, happiness, jesus, life, love, metaphor, nature, pain, sad,
She is the muse to her own sorrow;
She is the digger of her grave.
She is the painter of her ocean view
and every fatal wave.
She is the shadow of her Father;
She is the darkness in your sight.
She is the night without the stars
surrounding pale moonlight.
She is the music with no words;
She is sweet love without the reason.
She is your dreamer with submission
cold by warmth with every season.
She is your pet with cold intentions;
She is your baby scared and shaken.
She is the bold and pure- the lost and found,
She is a soul awakened.
Poem Details | by
Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories:
death, dream, longing, love, missing you, romance, star,
You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear
If I had wings then I’d take flight
You shine your light in darkest night
I feel your warmth holding me tight
As in your arms you draw me near
You shine your light in darkest night
Your beacon burning there so clear
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.24.2014
Poem Details | by
A.O. Taner |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, courage, cute love, dark, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, first love, funny love, grief, happiness, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i am, i love you, i miss you, innocence, irony, jealousy, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, night, passion, psychological, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, silence, sky, sleep, solitude, sunset, true love,
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?
in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only
then arguing again and again
night in, night out.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?
using the dark pauses in between
to yell the same name
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?
Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
death, destiny, nostalgia,
A grey frame house and backyard swing
call out to me
from somewhere buried deep in time -
a memory.
A river front and 60’s band
are beckoning -
symbols of beginnings of
my reckonings.
Ostensibly,
I cannot travel back in time,
or I would be
there dancing, not making rhyme.
Oh, can it be
the parks and wooded spots I knew
now withering -
will cease to be when I am through?
Except in dreams!
Were folks and my old haunts the same
revisited,
then on some stone would live my name.
Poem Details | by
Constance La France |
Categories:
death, dream,
In dreams she reaches for me,
She is me and I am her;
We walk a cemetery,
And she leads the way.
We stand at a mossy tomb,
And I see my name engraved;
I am her and she is me,
But which is living.
_________________
November 7, 2015
Dodoitsu
Poem Details | by
Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
visionaryfather, father, me,
I dreamt my father came to me
From beyond the grave words spoken
He held my hand and said to me
Your life cycle has broken
Mom sent me here to fetch you
And take you home to heaven
I rejoiced and hugged my Dad
Eager to see my late folks and husband
But before I could get dressed to leave
My father had departed
Does he still wait to take me home?
Answer, Dad, I'm broken hearted
To join all my loved ones in the afterlife
Brings great joy to me, no fear
So I will sleep lightly again tonight
In hopes Dad will reappear
*Entry for the "Dream Land" contest. (Based on a real dream.)
Poem Details | by
Daniel Turner |
Categories:
grave, Lullaby,
Down an old country lane
Void of fortune and fame
Lies a cemetery long forgotten
Overhead, song birds nest
Lullaby those who rest
While the trees weep tears of cotton
Neath a blanket of vines
Hand woven by time
Old stones with weather erased names
Angels and crosses
Marking loved one's losses
Now trellises covered and stained
The loyal trees stand guard
Over the old graveyard
Like sentinels guarding their queen
As the vines slowly creep
Covering those who sleep
Embracing them while they dream
original poem by Daniel Turner
Poem Details | by
True Love |
Categories:
america, anger, anxiety, baby, death, divorce, dream,
No, I won't come,
because you don't want me to come!
*
Even though this is the last chance to see you,
I won't come.
Even though every cell of my body is crying,
I won't come.
Even though I need to come
just like I need to breath,
I won't come.
Even though I'm dying,
I won't come.
*
It's the most difficult decision
I've ever made in my life.
However, it is much easier for me
than to continue rending my dignity.
*
I'm tired of my love for you!
I'm tired of myself and you!
I will never come to you!
keep ignoring me, Sangmi
and please, travel!
Poem Details | by
Darlene Smith |
Categories:
grief, native american, romance,
The Dream Visit
It is in the shadows of the night;
When the moon is awake.
That you come into sight;
And offer me your hand to take.
In the stillness of the eve;
My heart beckons across the divide.
All I need do is to believe;
Once more you are alive.
And as it slowly begins to rain;
I embrace you friend once more.
Your gentle voice calls my name;
We are one as was before.
Your nightly visits within my dreams;
Keep me walking in a good way.
To hold you forever in high esteem;
I dare not ask you to stay.
I awaken and you are gone;
And though my eyes fill with tears.
My path in life leads me home;
Each step drawls us near.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Poem Details | by
Michelle Born |
Categories:
bereavement, dad, death, dream, how i feel, i miss you, sister,
Daddy you and Cheryl are always in my dreams
Is it that your spirits are visiting me as it seems,
Some times I wake up and I am crying
The dreams are so real I forget you both maybe trying,
To tell me something and yet it is hard to make sense of it
I guess I want to know why it is you both just sit,
Just sitting calm in the dreams and I try to understand
But, I know if you do talk I am to listen very close as you take my hand.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Poem Details | by
Joi Jones |
Categories:
bullying, death, dream, how i feel, soldier,
Taken
My own life
Buried 6 feet under
Under the humiliation
Under the laughter
Under the teasing
Under the thought that I am less of a person
That I am less of person
That I should be less of me
My casket is a broken cocoon
My mind finally at peace
My parents siblings and family all stand to there feet
The gospel is spoken
I'm lifted up to heaven
When I've awoken
I'm just back in hell again
Poem Details | by
Dimpra Kaleem |
Categories:
angel, beautiful, death, dream, eulogy, farewell, poetry,
Give me reason to live, give me reason to love. Fill my soul full of hope light the stars up above. Let my eyes see the beauty that women desire, let my heart beat with wings to soar high and higher. If none of these things are yours to give then paint me a picture where we both can live. A place full of harmony peaceful and still. Where deaths touch is lost with no fresh graves to fill. This above all will give me reason to love, this will light the stars up above.
Poem Details | by
Janie Rix |
Categories:
death, family, introspectiondream, dream,
I often wonder in my head
If angels watch while I’m in bed.
Is it they who help me see and hear
Those I have loved and held so dear.
Mother, father, husband, son
I dream about them every one.
When I awake, they’ve seemed so real
My limbs reach out to touch and feel.
Ere I remember that it’s just a dream
I fear I’ve said or done some careless thing.
To upset or hurt--my greatest fear
As it often was when they were here.
I long to sleep and dream once more,
To see the ones I saw before.
But now they’ve gone; again I lose.
We’ll talk again when the angels choose.
Poem Details | by
Kurt Ravidas |
Categories:
death, dream, environment,
At night, a huge creature floats to the surface of the tart ocean to dream into the moonlight, which barely penetrates the sulfur clouds. She sighs, her skin made of stainless steel is luminescent in the dark, her nuclear heart continues to work, but she is empty: the last restless souls have long gone from her body. She floats out of habit: inanimate things can’t dream. What did she dream before?
blue sky verdant strip
of land on the horizon…
she doesn't recall
19.11.2019
All About The Environment. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Poem Details | by
L. J. Carber |
Categories:
allusion, appreciation, beauty, death, dream, hope, spiritual,
When our once young selves
turn stale
and old and old and old,
then in that beauty
I still see, I can hear life...
I can hear life
as it calls out
its love song--
its plaintive plea
to my ageless soul.
And when death makes
its awkward entrance,
my soul, sudden cut adrift
from its moorings,
will carry that beauty,
that beauty of a life lived,
with all its loves
and all its joys
and all its tears
to the next world,
to the next beautiful,
resplendent dream.
For I can hear life....
12/28/16
Poem Details | by
charles messina |
Categories:
sympathy,
On a passing cloud, there floats a dream
A darkened cloud, from the sun-lights beam
To wet my garden... my planted seeds
That I just planted, holding rosary beads
To grow a tree, that blossoms love
That reaches that cloud, that floats above
And carries with it... as it drifts free
Thoughts and prayers, to you, from me
As it passes you, it's colored white
To dry your eyes, make your day bright
My tree of love... my flowers gleam
On that passing cloud, that floats my dream
(Dedicated to Eve Roper who has just lost her beloved husband)
My prayers and thoughts to Eve and her family
May he rest in peace
Poem Details | by
Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
animal, death, dream, humor, school, teen, youth,
Up early and off to school I must go
Full of pep and not too slow,
That was then when I was young
This is now a new age I have begun,
How I hate them as I climb out of bed
Early mornings are for the dead,
Unreasonable I must seem
Unyieldingly demanding where is my coffee cream,
But I did love them bed and pillow
Seems so long ago I dreamed of an armadillo,
Now they‘re ruthless dreams
I just can’t do them with ice cream,
I’m now past my prime teens.
8-23-2019 "for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier"
Poem Details | by
Line Gauthier |
Categories:
death, dream, horse, night, peace, sweet,
I dreamt of you sweet dreams
Faceless tall and proud
Approaching on your horse
In the darkness of the night
Visions of your gracefulness
Enticing me to follow you
And promise my fidelity
From here on to eternity
I know not your title or your name
But I’ll recognize you from my dreams
As I wait for you returning in the night
I’ll call you Lady Death riding in the dark
Submitted on February 16, 2019, for contest I DREAMED A DREAM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
Poem Details | by
Willow Tree |
Categories:
cry, depression, dream, grief, imagination, memory, spiritual,
In my dream, I saw a weeping man
Not knowing what he had done, I lent him my hand
When he reached, his hand slipped through mine
Turns out his soul was trapped in my mind.
Poem Details | by
charles messina |
Categories:
death,
I dreamt a dream...with eyes awake
As I walked alone...round dreamer's lake
I dreamt that I...was in the crowds
Of white winged angels...above the clouds
Watching someone...whose near their death
Gasping, panting...for his last breath
Watching, waiting...for his eyes to close
To give him wings...when his heart slows
Above the clouds...he'll soon fly free
I dreamt I died...that soul was me
I Dreamed A Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsor Silent One
2/18/2019
Poem Details | by
Nick Trim |
Categories:
dream, grief, humorous, judgement, life, loss, rude,
I have these dreams they sees to mock
my organ rhyming this line falls off
so I’ll pick it up in me hand and carry it around
nothing unusual there where it’s normally found
I’ll be trying to put it back on but it won’t attach
My organs gone I just collapse
I look down at me loss and it’s back there
but not as long or fat to be fair
and I start stressing cus I’m less impressing
to then wake up checking my blessing,
but I think I hate the fact I’m stuck with a small one
moreso than the moment it was all gone!
Poem Details | by
Dan Keir |
Categories:
allah, angel, angst, confusion, dream, education, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, holocaust, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miracle, nature, on writing and words, pain, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?