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Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: allegory, death, dream, flying, freedom, insect,

Freedom

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,

Castles In The Sky

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,

Droplet

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,

A Soul Awakened

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

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,

Red Light

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,

In Death's Dream - Life's Brevity

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. 7/11/2015 For the Brevity-The Short of It Poetry Contest of Casarah Nance

Poem Details | by Dear Heart |
Categories: death, dream,

My Ghostly Doppelganger


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,

Dream of Death

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,

While They Dream

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 Darlene Smith |
Categories: grief, native american, romance,

Dream Visit

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 True Love |
Categories: america, anger, anxiety, baby, death, divorce, dream,

Sangmi Please Travel

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 Michelle Born |
Categories: bereavement, dad, death, dream, how i feel, i miss you, sister,

My Dreams Of Daddy And Cheryl



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,

Bullied to Sleep

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 Janie Rix |
Categories: death, family, introspectiondream, dream,

Dreams

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 Dimpra Kaleem |
Categories: angel, beautiful, death, dream, eulogy, farewell, poetry,

A soldiers wish

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 L. J. Carber |
Categories: allusion, appreciation, beauty, death, dream, hope, spiritual,

For I Can Hear Life

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 dream.

For I can hear life....


12/28/16

Poem Details | by charles messina |
Categories: sympathy,

On a Passing Cloud There Floats A Dream

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 OP Threat aka God |
Categories: absence, angel, confusion, dark, destiny, dream,

The Boundless Questioning of Death

Are we born to live,
Or are we born to die?

Death's inevitable 
So what's more to life 

You can be rich as ever 
Yet still afford to die 

By every breath I feel approaching mine 

What is the purpose, or the goal of this?
Is one judged by their holiness 

But how to live a holy life? 
When every night brings blackened skies 

And even during'st the brightest day
When the sun is smiling away

There will still be a dark cloud, vision  
Eventually approaching in the distance 

Poem Details | by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: animal, death, dream, humor, school, teen, youth,

My Ruthless Dreams COLLABORATION

 
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 A DREAM



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 Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: death, dream, environment,

inanimate thing

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 Vladislav Raven |
Categories: death, dream, loss, soldier,

Let Not The Final Trumpet sound

I have thought many battles in my time,
through centuries pages I have walked tall.
My stories told through battles bloody rhyme,
every death my mind it does recall.

My God in Heaven please hear now my plea,
that battle's end shall come and I find peace.
Let war upon this earth forever flee
and my warring spirit find sweet release.

Through blood and flame my spirit it has sung,
a song of death from my lips it has flown.
Shall I never hear the peace bell be rung,
or shall war sing until I stand alone.

Alone in darkness at the end of time,
the final trumpet sounds, Man's final crime.

05/01/2019

Poem Details | by Willow Tree |
Categories: cry, depression, dream, grief, imagination, memory, spiritual,

Trapped

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 Dreamed A Dream

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