Dreaming Poems
Going to a Jungle - Is a Dream of me
by Gayumi Umaya
Going to a jungle
Is a dream of me
But my sister always says me
That it will never comes true
She says that if I lost in the jungle
I think about that too
Going to a jungle
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Corner
by Hoda Ablan
In a dark corner of my wound's room
I glimpse a shadow
two shadows
threads of shadow dancing with the needles of the
fire
knitting the cold that lies at the threshold
I dress myself in it
and my longing shivers
A Cynic's Day-Dream
by Sir Lewis Morris
SOME men there be who can descry
No charm in earth or sea or sky,
Poor painful bigot souls, to whom
All sights and sounds recall the tomb,
And some who do not fear to use
God's world for tavern or for stews.
Some think it wisdom to despoil
Their years for gold and troublous toil ;
While others with cold dreams of art
Would feed the hunger of the heart,
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Summer love
by anastassia D.B
Our eyes reflect each other’s love and pain, but we could lose ourselves in each other. In a foreign country, your breathing slowed down my heart, until I touched you.
I touched you. Oh, I felt alive.
Your friendly back at me had been naive all this time.
The sheets had been pulled down to your knees. Your waist, calm as La Seine on a winter night, was anticipating my graze.
Ice cream. Vodka. Waffles. Gin.
The perfect night it could have been. Damn it! Your lips, covered in chocolate, had still a cherry color and had been so close.
Ha! Just a dream.
Dreaming
by Baramundi Roy
Confined to dreams where no harm can be done
in the world of fantasy I have such fun.
Letting my imagination run wild
I can be a man or just be a child.
Lost in the realms of this imaginary world
where daring plots become unfurled.
In my sleeping hours so vivid and bright
I have great adventures throughout the night.
Sleep
by Ken Ripley
When I sleep I like to dream
And star in complex fantasies
In which I am good and often wise.
But then I awake and realize
Those fantasies were only lies.
How sad it is to long for sleep
And all those lies I’d rather keep
Instead of making day my friend
And embracing all that it may lend.
Dreaming
by Baramundi Roy
Confined to dreams where no harm can be done
in the world of fantasy I have such fun.
Letting my imagination run wild
I can be a man or just be a child.
Lost in the realms of this imaginary world
where daring plots become unfurled.
In my sleeping hours so vivid and bright
I have great adventures throughout the night.
Going to a Jungle - Is a Dream of me
by Gayumi Umaya
Going to a jungle
Is a dream of me
But my sister always says me
That it will never comes true
She says that if I lost in the jungle
I think about that too
Going to a jungle
......
Sleeping is a Time Machine
by christopher Shepherd
Sometimes I sleep the night away, speeding towards the end. A time machine to freedom coming just around the bend.
I take that turn and close my eyes, my problems fade away. I drift off to sleep in Never-land and start my dream-like day.
My eyes begin to focus, I’m walking down a road. The sun is bright, I feel at peace, there’s nothing to forebode.
As I walk this country road all shaded by the trees, I notice that it’s warm outside and hear the buzzing bees.
The honeysuckle on the fence spreads perfume in the air. I walk along while smiling as the breeze blows through my hair.
As I focus on the road ahead my mind begins to clear. I take a breath and close my eyes, and shed a thankful tear.
I feel a sudden burst of energy coming from within. This warm gold light inside my chest, I feel like I can win!
With this power flowing through me like a Jedi with the force, I can do all sorts of things, and even fly of course!
As I take a deep breath, I start lifting off the ground. I take off in the air and make a ‘Whooshing’ sound.
I fly so high and swoop so low turbulence be damned. I cruise with speed as I explore this world called Never-land.
......
Summer love
by anastassia D.B
Our eyes reflect each other’s love and pain, but we could lose ourselves in each other. In a foreign country, your breathing slowed down my heart, until I touched you.
I touched you. Oh, I felt alive.
Your friendly back at me had been naive all this time.
The sheets had been pulled down to your knees. Your waist, calm as La Seine on a winter night, was anticipating my graze.
Ice cream. Vodka. Waffles. Gin.
The perfect night it could have been. Damn it! Your lips, covered in chocolate, had still a cherry color and had been so close.
Ha! Just a dream.
