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Dreams have long been a subject of fascination and intrigue for poets.
They offer a window into our subconscious, allowing us to explore the depths of our psyche and the mysteries of life.
From the famous to the funny, the short to the long, the rhyming to the free verse, poems about dreams come in a variety of styles and forms.
They reflect the complexities of the human experience and offer insights into our hopes, fears, and desires.
These dream poems are a montage of life pieces, capturing the highs and lows, the joys and sorrows, and the triumphs and struggles of our existence.
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Famous Poems about Dreams
A lot of eminent poets have explored the theme of dreams in their works. These famous dreams poems offer a timeless reflection on the power of dreams and their impact on our lives.
1. As I Grew Older
by Langston Hughes
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
my dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
slowly,
between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
2. Dreams
by Edgar Allan Poe
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
‘Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
‘Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell’d, when the sun was bright
I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
‘Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe’er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
3. Sonnet Lxxxi
by Pablo Neruda
And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.
No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.
Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray
wings, and I move
after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.
4. Streets
by Naomi Shihab Nye
A man leaves the world
and the streets he lived on
grow a little shorter.
One more window dark
in this city, the figs on his branches
will soften for birds.
If we stand quietly enough evenings
there grows a whole company of us
standing quietly together.
Overhead loud grackles are claiming their trees
and the sky which sews and sews, tirelessly sewing,
drops her purple hem.
Each thing in its time, in its place,
it would be nice to think the same about people.
Some people do. They sleep completely,
waking refreshed. Others live in two worlds,
the lost and remembered.
They sleep twice, once for the one who is gone,
once for themselves. They dream thickly,
dream double, they wake from a dream
into another one, they walk the short streets
calling out names, and then they answer.
5. I Dream
by Tim Adams
They say that dreams never do come true,
but I say they’re wrong, I believe they do.
I dream of you, I dream of me,
I dream of how this was never going to be.
I dream of our feelings, I dream of our thoughts,
I dream of these things, I dream of them lots.
I dream of our life, I dream of our end,
I dream of how we are the very best of friends.
I dream of when we will be husband and wife,
I’ve been dreaming of that dream most of my life
I dream of how this is the happiest I’ve been since a kid,
I dream your the only one who could do what you did.
I dream of the dreams I’ll have sleeping next to my love,
I dream of these gifts from the heavens above.
I dream of my dreams and how they’ve come to fruition,
I dream of how your happiness has become my main mission.
So they say that dreams are only dreams and never come true,
I say they’re wrong, I now know that they do.
6. Ghosts and Shadows
by John P.
I often lie awake at night
While the world is fast asleep
And take a stroll down memory lane
Where ghosts and shadows meet.
I see you in the distance,
I hear you call my name.
And for one moment time stands still
As I hold you once again.
7. I Might Have Dreamed This
by Kirsten Dierking
For a short time after
The rape, I found I could
Move things. Energy birds
Swarmed from my brain.
With a witch’s sense
Of abandoned physics,
I set dolls rolling.
Back and forth. Like a
Breathing sound.
Using only my night-powered
Eyes, I pushed the lamp
To the dresser’s edge.
I buried the mirrors
In avalanches of freshly
Laundered underpants.
I never slept.
I did all these things
Lying down
8. I Had a Dream
by Curtiss L. Hayes
I had a dream
gathered up steam
and then just kept right on rolling
That black and white
no longer did fight
but unity both were extolling
I had a dream
built self-esteem
as I was bold and courageous
I made black and white
walk toward the light
and nobody thought it outrageous
I had a dream
making me deem
giving my life to the cause, providing
Both black and white
scale the height
And climb over the wall that’s dividing
I had a dream
strong as a beam
sturdy and steady as can be
Saw black and white
holding on tight
To the vision that U.S. does mean we
I had a dream
we were a team
Looking out for one or the other
Black and white
with all their might
helping and loving one another
I had a dream
made it seem
I should put what I dreamt in a letter
For black and white
did what was right
things couldn’t be any better
I had a dream
cookies and cream
were on the menu that day
Because black and white
are precious in his sight
and they will be together someday
9. I Follow My Dreams
by Delilah
I get laughed at,
I get ignored,
I often feel trapped,
and I keep my thoughts stored.
People can be cruel and very mean,
but no matter what,
I follow my dreams.
Life has waves;
I know that.
But I stand brave
and just take the crap.
I may feel exhausted and totally creamed,
but no matter what,
I follow my dreams.
I know what I want,
and I won’t stop trying.
Quitting? I can’t,
for now I’m flying.
It’s impossible it seems,
but no matter what,
I follow my dreams…
10. Dreams
by Kym Erickson
You’re the driver of your destiny,
Passenger of none,
In control and looking forward
Of things that must be done.
You’re the captain of your ship,
Destination unknown,
Plans to help you get there
And freedom to bring you home.
You’re the pilot of your airplane;
Fly as high as you can.
Life is what you make it,
So follow your plan.
Hopes and dreams not yet reached,
Motivation on display.
A journey full of ups and downs,
Experience gained each day.
Direction is always forward;
Backwards remains the same.
Discover your authentic self,
And have a willingness to change.
Enhance each quality given.
Develop talents you were blessed.
Transform your heart into one of gold,
And believe in more than yourself.
Mistakes are made; we move on.
We get back on our feet.
I’m here to support you always
Should you ever need me.
For every start there is a finish.
For every beginning there is an end.
Hold onto your accomplishments,
And even tighter to your friends.
Funny Poems about Dreams
Dreams can be absurd, nonsensical, and downright hilarious. These interesting poems about dreams use humor to explore the weird and wacky world of dreams.
1. My Funny Dream
by Sudarsh
Once I went about,
Roaming in a car,
Going to some place,
Very very far.
I reached that place,
It was called No-Sun,
I had called the people and asked them,
Where is the sun?
They said it had been stolen,
And taken far away,
To a place called earth,
And the “earthians” are having their say.
I felt sorry for them.
But, I knew that we had not done it at all!
So, I asked them to cool down,
But, they started beating me!
I tried my best to get away,
But, I could not.
But, suddenly I woke up,
And started laughing,
On this very funny dream,
Believe it or not
2. Clear
by Paula Rowlands
I see the future
I see it clear
It passes me by
Every year
I get excited
Dreams so near
& just like that
They disappear
I almost touch it
Veil so sheer
Then darkness bites
Me in the rear.
3. The Dream Keeper
by Langston Hughes
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
4. Little Guy With Big Dreams
by M.L. Kiser
I’m a Scottish Fold kitten
but a leopard I will be,
one day when I’ve been bitten
by one of those magic fleas.
Or perhaps I’ll become
a great Bengal tiger
grumpy dogs will succumb
and be none the wiser.
5. A Buck Dreams of Tasty Spring Treats
by M.L. Kiser
Oh, for the taste of a sweet, juicy berry,
some sweet rose petals would make me happy;
I’m so tired of woody browse and acorns,
my throat gets dry and my teeth are worn.
For an aging buck needs good sustenance;
I hate the browse cracking, such dissonance!
I long for tree buds, tender grass and shoots;
I’d kiss a squirrel for some acorns or fruits.
I love buckeye, chestnuts, pecans and raspberry;
some strawberries, blueberries and blackberries.
To run through the fields seeking a spouse
and revel in the colors of those lovely grouse.
An apple or two, perhaps some paw-paws,
fresh almonds are tasty to chomp in my jaws.
Sweet herbs like lemon grass, sage and chicory,
dandelions, alfalfa, plantain and hickory.
I yearn for those tasty pleasures of Spring,
my mate and I will enjoy everything!
6. Dream Theater
by Matt Sarmiento
Mr. Sandman grants my long time request
to shower my eyes with his special sand,
a onetime offer of vividly dreaming lucid
I enter dream theater,
with but one chair and monstrous screen,
ushers at every side ready to serve.
I sit down in awe and in excitement,
been given drinks and popcorn to snack
all for the grand premier.
the ambient tune dies out
and all the lights fade
monochrome countdown commences
Words black and white appear
introducing what dream theater’s about to show.
“Memory Lane” it says, oh boy I’m all good to go.
memories buried deep in my subconscious
starts to play simultaneously
it feels like a moment before death
my popcorn began to taste funny
for I don’t recall putting any salt
though I still continue watching on
turns out it was my tears that has given flavor,
who would have thought
happy and sad tears would taste; bitter sweet
my tears ain’t stopping from watching this show
nostalgic is the feeling, in fact,
dream theater about to over flow.
I plead with Mr. Sandman to stop
watching would only rupture my soul.
It’s too much for one sitting I say
I’d like to go back to before
to sleep normally again..
to dream a dream unexpected
to remember only the dreams
I want to keep forever.
7. Breakdown Dreams
by Franklin Clement
I feel it lurking every time,
there is no ‘on’ or ‘off’.
funny how the demon lurks,
Deep inside your mind.
What talking? Now there’s just screaming.
Let’s be calm, cool, re-assuring.
Try to save things from falling.
Then words tumble from intended meaning.
Whhhhhhyyyyyy!
Doesn’t matter, Some screams.
Turn to nightmares. Inexplicably,
Sometimes, the drive breaks.
Human nature’s not a dream.
You love, you learn, you live, you dream.
You laugh, you cry, you smile, you breathe.
What happens when you can’t cope,
and your faith, turns nothing more than blind hope?
You hold on to broken pieces?
Nah, gotta move on, towards renewal,
Remembrance of a scene.
If all I got are broken dreams.
8. My Dream ‘ Space Journey’
by Ridhima Jain
I wonder if I go to space
Do aliens have a funny round face?
I daily touch the moon
And eat all the shiny stars using a spoon
I hear the clicking sound of stars
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars I visited them through a car
The Moon has big wide holes
I see aliens eating small cereals in bowls
Aliens talk like Scooby-doo
I worry whom should I talk to
Finally my big spaceship comes
I am going back to my lovely mum
I hear the irritating sound of my alarm clock
I woke up and thought about it all.
9. Dream Team Please
by Teresa
I was minding my own business
on this bright sunny day
no intention of bothering anyone
in any manner or way
when suddenly I was startled
quite shocked if you will
when this bat attacked me
zooming in for the kill.
Now I know that Edward
even has his own team
and unlike O. J.’s defense
his is not much of a dream.
But I might need to borrow
this group as I need
to defend myself against him
and his Edwardian greed.
Now he attacked me and
I solemnly swear
I had to defend myself
even in mid-air.
so there was nothing left
for me to do
except to catch that critter
and make bat stew.
10. Writing a Poem
by Raju Koushik
I never knew that I can write a poem.
I thought uh!
Can I write a poem?
My mom told yes you can,
My dad told yes you can,
My sis told yes you can,
Oh! But my pen did not give any color of a signal.
Then I thought,
Let Me Use A Pencil.
I searched for it
Again and again and again,
Under my cot , on my table and in the fridge.
I dug my bag,
Yeah! I found it.
Oh! It’s a pen.
Brother ! here it is…
I took the pencil
And scribbled few lines.
Although I did not forget that a poem should be written,
I complained that the pencil was too short to be written.
I Woke Up and Laughed,
Oh! It’s a dream , a funny dream.
Writing a poem is an
ART that comes from the core of
your fist sized Heart.
It’s neither your mom nor your dad,
It’s your Soul that says
You Can Write A Poem.
Short Poems about Dreams
Sometimes, a few lines are all it takes to capture the essence of a dream. These short poetries about dreams offer a snapshot of the dream world and its many wonders.
1. A Dream Lies Dead
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
before this place, and turn away your eyes,
nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
but, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
with words of hope and spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
and proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
and so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
2. My Dream
by Ogden Nash
This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
3. Thursday
by William Carlos Williams
I have had my dream- like others-
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
and look up at the sky-
feeling my clothes about me,
the weight of my body in my shoes,
the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
at my nose- and decide to dream no more.
4. The Song in the Dream
by Saskia Hamilton
The song itself had hinges. The clasp on the eighteenth-century Bible
Had hinges, which creaked; when you released the catch,
The book would sigh and expand.
The song was of two wholes joined by hinges,
And I was worried about the joining, the spaces in between
The joints, the weight of each side straining them.
5. The Dream of the Just
by Dana Gelinas
Next to the fourteen excellent reasons
To make February the month of love,
Which serve to advertise the best mattresses
For double beds, queen or king size
I read, just as in the heyday
Of Colonialism:
“The soldiers ask the indigenous
People to transport them on horses;
If there aren’t any, they force them
To carry them on their backs.”
6. Harlem
by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load
7. Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
8. Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
9. Crystal Stairs
by David Hoffmann
Crystal stairs, “Where will you lead,
offering steps in our time of need…
a luminous path from here it seems,
a crystal spiral of lucid dreams?”
Unlike crystallized memories destined never to grow;
you call us toward a future beyond what we know.
Like footsteps heard faintly in one’s ear.
A journey of remembering held so dear.
Beyond imagination in a forgotten land,
crystal climbers reach out with a loving hand.
Lifting our hearts like magic it seems,
this staircase of crystal truly is made of dreams.
10. Dreaming on Paper
by Rebecca
I don’t talk.
My lips part and air pushes out,
but the sound must not fit,
because my thoughts are so big.
So I don’t try to talk.
My thoughts must be too good for
words, for the air, for my lips.
But they are just right for paper.
My thoughts flow on paper.
They are just big enough.
So I don’t talk;
I compose,
I write,
I dream.
Long Poems about Dreams
For those who prefer a more in-depth exploration of the theme of dreams, these long poetries about dreams offer a rich tapestry of imagery and symbolism.
1. My Dream: A Vision of Peace
by ToddMichael St. Pierre
Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets Dream, where eagles fly,
A secret place above the crowd,
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
Lift your eyes to a snowy peak,
And see the soon-to-be we seek.
Whisper Dreams and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise.
Climbers climb, it’s time to try,
Where the mountains touch the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
Where mermaid dance, where seagulls fly,
A place in Dreams I know so well,
The sea inside a single shell.
Far across the living sea,
A pale blue possibility,
Beyond the castles made of sand,
Tomorrow in a small child’s hand.
Only Dreamers need apply,
Where the ocean meets the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
A common ground for one and all,
Behind the crystal waterfall,
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream,
Like Dr. King I have a Dream.
Imagine such a goal in sight,
For red and yellow, black and white…
New Delhi, Beijing, Kenya, Rome,
Earth is the place that we call home.
Baghdad, Belfast, Tel Aviv,
One race Human, we still believe,
Come Dream with me…
Where the forests reach the sky,
Wake to Dreams, and don’t be shy.
We’ll Dream the world a thorn-less rose;
We’ll plant then watch it as it grows.
We’ll conquer hate with Dreams of hope,
We’ll Dream one big kaleidoscope.
Whisper now; let the Dream begin,
It’s time to trust the truth within.
This is where we seek and find…
A place called Peace for humankind.
Dream on Dreamers, hopes are high,
Where the forests reach the sky.
Take me there. Oh take me now,
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.
Now, listen close, the future calls…
‘Build your bridges and tear down walls! ‘
For time has taught and so it seems,
Realities are born of Dreams!
Whisper Dreams and let them rise,
To the mountains old and wise
2. Dream
by Prabir Gayen
Dreams are meant to be fulfilled,
No dream remains an orphan,
Dream shows the hidden need
of the mind or the Being too.
Dreams come as a light and
as a way to lead the life,
Dreams shows you what you are to be,
Your dream is your destination.
Dream has its music too,
Dream is the hidden song of your soul,
Dream itself becomes your soul,
Dream is your soulful chanson.
Dream is the Sun of Life,
Death of day and night nourishes It,
Every step of Life is sown with
the hope of brighter zone,
Everything is Nature is lulled with dream.
Dream nourishes Our life,
Nay; our whole existence is enveloped
with sweet tuneful Joy of Dream,
Dream is our outer covering underwhich
We are deeply enshrined,
Dream is our existence.
Dream is our restful relaxation,
Dreams relaxes our worn-out souls,
It brings essential rest under the world
Of hope and new light to tread on the road,
Dream makes the way for the traveller
who is supposed to lose his goal.
Dream creates the world,
The world of beauty and ideals,
No one is there to view the Ugly dream,
Dream is always beautiful and serene,
Dream comes as a soothing damsel of heart.
Mind projects and heart prospects,
Between the heart and the mind dreams
Come and intertwine the fleeting delight,
Dream is a thread to forward lead the inner self,
Dream come to fulfil the Journey of Life.
Many a time like the waves in the ocean,
Like the painstaking song of a lonely bird,
in the summer night,
Pours the timber of melodious heart,
and fill the empty sky with Joyous waves,
Like the gleaming moon in the dark night,
rains the slumberous stillness of the earth,
Dream comes as a flux of inspiration.
Without dream life has no meaning,
Dream brings the essence of being alive,
Freshness of llife depends on the aliveness of dream,
Dream-filled eyes can create the music of Life,
Life is nothing but the dream in destination.
Down the ages civilization raises its summit,
The waves of gracious growth and scientific inventions reach the zenith of the Sky,
Down the ages the temple of Progress becomes the silence of the tomb,
Palaces become burial ground,
Still dream comes and new civilization is elevated with the source less source of dream and it’s infinite elegance.
3. Dream After Dream for A Heart Wish for Respect
by Raymond Sawyer
For every sun raise thus the sun shall warm a heart with respect the more one dream of respect the more the family will sparkle in the sky just to feel the sun is like being touch by a rose that been touch with respect every moment that one look to the sky for one will see the eyes of the angel of respect thus dream after dream for a heart wish for respect.
For every touch of respect is the touch of the angel hand to a heart that wish for respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family of the angel of respect oh beautiful sun shine thus it feel good to be touch with respect for it’s the angel that fill the air with respect but just to look in the eyes of the angel for who’s heart is full of respect but when one feel the light of life thus life is like being free as a bird that touch the sky yet to dream after dream for a heart wish for respect.
Thus every bird that touch the sky and yet the birds will sing a sweet song of respect just to touch a heart with respect some where a heart dream of being touch with respect but for what one feel is the hand of the angel for who’s eyes sparkle in the night the more one feel the touch of respect thus the more the family will fill the sky with respect and yet dream after dream for a heart wish for respect.
Oh beautiful angel of respect for there a heart that wish for the angel touch of respect but when one see the light thus the light of life will shine in the eyes of the heart that wish for respect but for every heart beat thus one will feel the hand that will touch a heart where there a blue sky thus one shall see a rose that been touch by the angel of respect just to dream after dream thus one heart will beat with the touch of respect that will sparkle in the eyes of the heart that wish for respect but yet to dream after dream for there the angel of respect to fill a heart but dream after dream for a heart wish for respect.
Night after night for there a heart that wait for the touch of respect and yet every min that one wish for respect the more one will feel the light of life for the light of life is the light of respect that will touch a heart the more one wish the stronger respect get to a heart that wish for respect and yet every star that touch the sky is the family for who’s home is the sky but to dream after dream for a heart that wish for respect.
4. No More Dream
by Sareena Asrar
Hey you, what’s your dream?
Hey you, what’s your dream?
Hey you, what’s your dream?
Is that all your dream is?
I wanna big house, big cars & big rings
But actually, I don’t have any big dreams
Haha, I live quite comfortably
Even if I don’t dream, no one says anything
Everyone is thinking the same way as me
I completely forgot about my childhood when I had a lot of dreams
Don’t worry about college, I’ll at least go to a school that’s far away
Ok mom, I’m going to the library right now
What is the you that you’ve dreamed of?
Who do you see in the mirror? I gotta say
Go on your path, even if you live for a day
Do something, put away your weakness
Why aren’t you saying anything?
You don’t wanna study but you’re scared to quit school?
See, you’re already getting ready for school
Please grow up, you’re all talk dude, you have a glass mentality boy
(Stop) Ask yourself if you’ve ever worked hard for anything
Sick of the same day, the repeating days
Grown-ups and my parents keep instilling confined dreams to me
Number one future career is a government worker?
It’s not a forced dream, a ninth inning relief pitcher
Throw a fast ball at the waste of time that is night study sessions
Rebel against the hellish society, dreams are a special pardon
Ask yourself about your dream profile
Become the main subject of your life that has always been suppressed
What is the you that you’ve dreamed of?
Who do you see in the mirror? I gotta say
Go on your path, even if you live for a day
Do something, put away your weakness
Don’t know how to live
Don’t know how to fly
Don’t know how to decide
Don’t know how to dream now
Open your eyes now
Dance a dance now
Dream a dream now
Stop hesitating, stop being indecisive, wussup
5. Immortal Mother
by Nikhil Parekh
Not even the most indomitably peaking and handsomely compassionate of
mountains could ever dream of perennially protecting me; as much as,
Not even the most tantalizingly tangy and intrepidly fearless of oceans could ever dream of bountifully revitalizing me; as much as,
Not even the most celestially sacrosanct and pristinely blessed of cows could ever dream of holistically purifying me; as much as,
Not even the most vivaciously virgin and indispensably mollifying droplets of rain could ever dream of victoriously liberating me; as much as,
Not even the most optimistically brilliant and unceasingly divine of Sunlight could ever dream of insuperably inspiring me; as much as,
Not even the most resplendently tranquil and irrefutably altruistic of shadows could ever dream of endlessly pacifying me; as much as,
Not even the most ebulliently mystical and impeccably benign of moonlight could ever dream of timelessly consecrating me; as much as,
Not even the most fathomlessly majestic and unsurpassably unhindered of skies could ever dream of inexhaustibly freeing me; as much as,
Not even the most Omnipotently blessed and symbiotically fortified of milk could ever dream of perpetually nourishing me; as much as,
Not even the most inscrutably enthralling and vividly embellished of forests could ever dream of forever entrancing me; as much as,
Not even the most redolently inimitable and unassailably royal of lotus’s could ever dream of limitlessly befriending me; as much as,
Not even the most fantastically potent and everlastingly fructifying of seeds could ever dream of gloriously burgeoning me; as much as,
Not even the most supremely invincible and unprecedentedly vibrant of paradise could ever dream of unceasingly blessing me; as much as,
Not even the most eternally glorifying and serendipitously stupefying of rainbows could ever dream of insurmountably bewitching me; as much as,
Not even the most candidly scintillating and indefatigably honest of mirrors could ever dream of truthfully reflecting me; as much as,
Not even the most magically ameliorating and wonderfully crystalline of streams could ever dream of bounteously quenching my thirst; as much as,
Not even the most ingeniously original and boundlessly mitigating of fantasies could ever dream of miraculously alleviating me; as much as,
Not even the most unconquerably Omnipresent and ubiquitously ever-pervading
of messiahs; saints; lovers and heartthrobs could ever dream of harmoniously
rekindling me; as much as,
As much as my immortal mother is forever crazy about even the most infinitesimal aspect of my existence; as much as my mother protected me from even the most
Aiminutive trace of the devil before I could emanate my very first breath; as much as my mother endlessly blesses me even in the most oblivious of her dreams; as much as my
Mother admires me more than what anything could have admired anything else on this fathomless Universe; as much as my mother forgives me more than what the Lord could
Have forgiven any organism alive on this aristocratic earth; as much as my Mother breathes my and solely my reflection in each of her breath; and in every of her lifetime.
6. Dream of the Evil Servant
by Reetika Vazirani
We kept war in the kitchen.
A set of ten bone china plates, now eight.
As if a perfumed guest stole her riches . . .
The next day she wanted to leave at noon.
I said, be back by four, I’m paying you.
She sat by the door,
She put out her hand,
Her knuckles knocked against mine,
Hard deliberate knuckles. I gave her cash.
Off to watch movies, off to smoke ganja.
She came back late and high as if my fear asked for it.
I called her jungle.
Everything went off late —
Dinner, the children getting into bed;
But the guests understood:
They had servants too.
She stuck diaper pins in my children.
I cursed her openly. Who shouted?
Or I cursed her silently and went my way.
She stole bangles my husband’s mother bought,
Bangles a hundred years old. But she wore frayed jewelry
Hawked on the street. She was like a rock that nicked
Furniture in corners you’d think only a rat could go.
Why didn’t I dismiss her?
I don’t know.
She got old as I got old.
I could see her sharp shoulder bones
Tighten, her knuckled skull.
I had to look at her. It had to wound me.
Listen, said my mother. Yes mother, I listened, crouched in my head.
Looking over the flowered verandah she said:
Who are you to think you are beautiful?
What have you got to show?
Go sit on your rag.
All my life I tended to looks,
They betrayed me. I bore you.
I am wretched. Be my mother. Be my maid.
7. The Sandman
by Margaret Thomson Janvier
The rosy clouds float overhead,
The sun is going down;
And now the sandman’s gentle tread
Comes stealing through the town.
“White sand, white sand,” he softly cries,
And as he shakes his hand,
Straightway there lies on babies’ eyes
His gift of shining sand.
Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,
As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through the town.
From sunny beaches far away –
Yes, in another land –
He gathers up at break of day
His stone of shining sand.
No tempests beat that shore remote,
No ships may sail that way;
His little boat alone may float
Within that lovely bay.
Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,
As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through the town.
He smiles to see the eyelids close
Above the happy eyes;
And every child right well he knows, –
Oh, he is very wise!
But if, as he goes through the land,
A naughty baby cries,
His other hand takes dull gray sand
To close the wakeful eyes.
Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,
As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through the town.
So when you hear the sandman’s song
Sound through the twilight sweet,
Be sure you do not keep him long
A-waiting in the street.
Lie softly down, dear little head,
Rest quiet, busy hands,
Till, by your bed his good-night said,
He strews the shining sands.
Blue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,
As shuts the rose, they softly close, when he goes through the town.
8. The Dream
by John Donne
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for fantasy,
Therefore thou wak’d’st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok’st not, but continued’st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms, for since thou thought’st it best,
Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest.
As lightning, or a taper’s light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise wak’d me;
Yet I thought thee
(For thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight;
But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
And knew’st my thoughts, beyond an angel’s art,
When thou knew’st what I dreamt, when thou knew’st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam’st then,
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.
Coming and staying show’d thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That love is weak where fear’s as strong as he;
‘Tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have;
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal’st with me;
Thou cam’st to kindle, goest to come; then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
9. Cat’s Dream
by Pablo Neruda
How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps with all the rings-
a series of burnt circles-
which have formed the odd geology
of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
with all the fur of time,
with a tongue rough as flint,
with the dry sex of fire;
and after speaking to no one,
stretch myself over the world,
over roofs and landscapes,
with a passionate desire
to hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
would undulate, how the night
flowed through it like dark water;
and at times, it was going to fall
or possibly plunge into
the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
and would leap in the darkness over
rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night,
with episcopal ceremony
and your stone-carved moustache.
Take care of all our dreams;
control the obscurity
of our slumbering prowess
with your relentless heart
and the great ruff of your tail.
10. The Old Oak Tree
by Erica
Sometimes at night I get up from my bed.
I go outside and I lay down my head.
On these cool fall nights, I lay in peace
Under the shelter of the old oak tree.
Leaning my head against its bark.
Looking up at the sky, things aren’t so dark.
I can feel it… the oak is living, breathing.
The leaves are alive… its heart is beating…
I listen closer and wonder what it’s seen
With its wise old bark and its leaves of green.
It cradles me closer. The leaves whisper to me,
So I sit there and listen to the old oak tree.
Gazing at the dark night sky,
The expanse of stars is breathtaking. I sigh.
Out there is a universe much greater than I,
But the place where I belong is where I reside.
One day I’ll explore it. I’ll touch every star,
And I’ll find my way back to where you are.
One day I’ll go out there, oh the things I will see.
Until then…I’ll stay under the old oak tree.
Safe in its arms, I lay. The night is still.
It loves me, holds me, and always will.
Hush. It whispers. I close my eyes,
And I begin to drift as the moon does rise.
Hush says the tree. Everything is all right.
I let myself slip away on that cool fall night.
And I dream… I am far, somewhere up in the sky,
Exploring the universe that is greater than I…
Living, breathing, she whispers to me,
So I lay and dream
Under the old oak tree.
11. A Place Like This
by Milo Shumpert
It is an early morning
I need an island in the sea,
Away from you, away from me,
Beyond the waves, beyond the wind,
Beyond the world that we live in.
Under skies of shining stars,
Away from lights and noisy cars,
Above the egos and the stress,
Beyond the world we made a mess.
A place for me, a place for you,
An earth that’s green, a sky that’s blue,
A place for you, a place for me,
An open sky and light blue sea.
With dreams as solid as the ground,
A place like this I think I’ve found.
A happy thought no one can take it,
A place like this is where we make it.
I need a mountain in the sky,
Just beneath where angels fly,
Where snowflakes falling on the ground,
Is the most disruptive sound.
Above the waves, above the wind,
Above the world that we live in,
Above my life above the stress,
Where I can lay it all to rest.
Under skies of falling snow,
Just above the world below,
Just above the trees and birds,
A place I can’t describe in words.
An empty place that’s so appealing,
How’d I get this feeling?
Bad ideas come and go,
But none as potent as the snow.
I need no island in the sea,
Just the things that make me me.
I need no mountain in the sky,
Just to laugh, try not to cry.
Forget these far off fantasies,
And manifest as realities.
Reach out and grab it in good time,
Seize the moment make it mine,
Catch the moment make it last.
Just be grateful when it’s passed.
Sensations as real as the wind,
Try not to be sad when it ends.
A happy thought no one can take it,
A time like this is when we make it.
I need an island in the sea,
And all of that which makes me me.
Modern Poems about Dreams
Dreams continue to captivate poets in the modern era. These contemporary poems offer fresh perspectives on the theme of dreams, exploring the intersection of technology, culture, and the human experience.
1. Faded Red Dress
by Melvina Germain
There you were a sight to behold,
quietly sleeping, in shimmering folds.
No heart to disturb your precious rest,
I left you lying there in a faded red dress.
Dream my darling dream as only you can
listen to the song birds, hold them in your hand
I’ll take a walk several blocks away,
When I return we’ll start our day.
beautiful morning, bright and clear,
a glimpse of your shadow mystically near.
Dream my darling dream as only you can
Listen to the song birds, hold them in your hand
Your body laid still, no breathing came.
Fell to my knees and called out your name.
You left me that morning in a faded red dress.
Dreams of a future never will be blessed.
Dream my darling dream as only you can
Listen to the song birds, hold them in your hand
Now all I have left are the sweet memories,
of a beautiful woman, who composed my heart.
I cry every night as my hands firmly press,
the ruffles so sheer, of that faded red dress.
Dream my darling dream as only you can
Listen to the song birds, hold them in your hand.
2. A Dream
by William Blake
Once a dream did weave a shade
O’er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:
Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.’
Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?
I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle’s hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!
3. I Dreamed in a Dream
by Walt Whitman
I dream’d in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the
attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth;
I dreamed that was the new City of Friends;
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust
love—it led the rest;
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of
that city,
And in all their looks and words.
4. I Dream of You, to Wake
by Christina Rossetti
I dream of you, to wake: would that I might
Dream of you and not wake but slumber on;
Nor find with dreams the dear companion gone,
As, Summer ended, Summer birds take flight.
In happy dreams I hold you full in night.
I blush again who waking look so wan;
Brighter than sunniest day that ever shone,
In happy dreams your smile makes day of night.
Thus only in a dream we are at one,
Thus only in a dream we give and take
The faith that make the rich who take or give;
If thus to sleep is sweeter than to wake,
To die were surely sweeter than to live,
Though there be nothing new beneath the sun.
5. We Dream—it is Good We Are Dreaming
by Emily Dickinson
We dream—it is good we are dreaming—
It would hurt us—were we awake—
But since it is playing—kill us,
And we are playing—shriek—
What harm? Men die—externally—
It is a truth—of Blood—
But we—are dying in Drama—
And Drama—is never dead—
Cautious—We jar each other—
And either—open the eyes—
Lest the Phantasm—prove the Mistake—
And the livid Surprise
Cool us to Shafts of Granite—
With just an Age—and Name—
And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian—
It’s prudenter—to dream—
6. The Dream
by Lola Ridge
I have a dream
to fill the golden sheath
of a remembered day….
(Air
heavy and massed and blue
as the vapor of opium…
domes
fired in sulphurous mist…
sea
quiescent as a gray seal…
and the emerging sun
spurting up gold
over Sydney, smoke-pale, rising out of the bay….)
But the day is an up-turned cup
and its sun a junk of red iron
guttering in sluggish-green water –
where shall I pour my dream?
7. My Dream
by Aditya
I dream of a church on a beach,
Where all go to preach
I think of that beautiful beach,
Which I know is beyond my reach
I dream of a nation
Without any dissension
Where peace and prosperity rules
Over the ocean blues
I dream of taking a risk
Of touching the blazing asterisk
Although it is only a dream
I wish to travel the realm
I have a dream
To eat an icy cream
Which is far more luscious that any treat
In this human world of greed
I dream that I’m Megaman
Soaring the skies like Superman
Yet as sharp as Batman
Mixed with the humor of Spiderman
I know my delusion
Is nothing but a mere illusion
Yet to realize them I’ll try my best
And on God I leave the rest
8. Peace to Me
by Esther Ayisire
When I think of peace, I see myself in a world where I can truly be myself,
Who I choose to be, where I can just let go and be comfortable with who I am
A world with no hatred, racism, or pain
A world where no one is judged or criticized
A place with equality and value of people’s lives
A time of joy and togetherness, where no one is thought as of good or evil
Where creed or colour is not looked at as right or wrong, good, or bad
Where no one is offensive, cruel, or rude
A place that makes it possible to stay in a good mood
When I think of peace, I see a gentle wave lapping up a beach
The smile shared between a mother and her child
The silence of peace and quiet, the lack of hatred, war, and riots
One day nations will come together and be as one
Just as the Lord wanted it to be
We are all one people
Put together in one world
When I think of peace, I see a better world…for all of us
9. Dreams
by Priscilla May
The smallest, most simple dream
Is worth being achieved.
The smallest grain of faith
Is actually all it takes.
Having one person who believes in you
Is a major help, too.
Never give up on any of your dreams.
With faith, love, and support, you can do anything.
If you have to stand alone,
Your dreams will still be your own.
If someone shares a dream with you,
Work with them so it will come true.
Do not let anything stand in your way;
Do not worry about what pessimists say.
Your dreams can come true someday;
You know exactly what it takes.
10. I Wish to Be
by Zuleigha Z. Patel
The woman I wish to be
She’s flawless in her step
And graceful in her actions
She’s unafraid of her abilities
And understands all that she is capable of
The woman I wish to be
Doesn’t let criticism step into her mind
She owns her life and looks it in the eyes
She sees no barricades in her way
But rather stepping stones to better days
The woman I wish to be
Never compromises her life for a man
And couldn’t care less for those who disapprove
Of her living life the way she can
The woman I wish to be
Is influential with a heart of gold
And even when strife echoes around her
Her love never withers like the old
The woman I wish to be
Sees the beauty all around her
And touches the stars
With her very eyes
The woman I wish to be
Lives so truthfully
Each day she owns, and night she prays
She’s the perfect silhouette of modesty
The woman I wish to be
Trusts herself and lets love in as it be
And when she consoles others
She creates assurance that proves her to be trustworthy
The woman I wish to be
Somehow I just know
Is deep within me
Poems about Dreams That Rhyme
Rhyme and rhythm can add a musical quality to poetry that makes it all the more engaging. These rhyming poems on dreams use rhyme and meter to explore the many facets of dreaming.
1. A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?
2. Cradle Song
by Sarojini Naidu
From groves of spice,
O’er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
Aglint with dew
A little lovely dream.
Sweet, shut your eyes,
The wild fire-fiies
Dance through the fairy neem;
From the poppy-bole
For you I stole
A little lovely dream.
Dear eyes, good-night,
In golden light
The stars around you gleam;
On you I press
With soft caress
A little lovely dream.
3. O Gather Me the Rose
by William Ernest Henley
O gather me the rose, the rose,
While yet in flower we find it,
For summer smiles, but summer goes,
And winter waits behind it.
For with the dream foregone, foregone,
The deed foreborn forever,
The worm Regret will canker on,
And time will turn him never.
So were it well to love, my love,
And cheat of any laughter
The fate beneath us, and above,
The dark before and after.
The myrtle and the rose, the rose,
The sunshine and the swallow,
The dream that comes, the wish that goes
The memories that follow!
4. They Say Dreams Never Do Come True.
by Sylvi Hart
They say dreams never do come true..
But they are wrong, I say they do
I dream of violence, I dream of hurt
I dream of children, they live in dirt
I dream of you, I dream of me
I dream of how this was never meant to be
I dream of my feelings, I dream of my thoughts
I dream of these things, I dream of them lots
I dream of my loved ones, I dream of the dead
I dream of these thoughts, exploding my head
I dream of you yelling, I dream of you crying
I dream of you hiding, I dream of you lying
I dream of you hurting, I dream of you shutting me out of your life
I dream of the of the only one I can trust, I dream of my knife.
They say dreams never do come true,
But they are wrong, I say they do.
5. Dream Poem With Rhyming Words
by Anonymous
Dreams are but a fleeting thought,
That come and go, they come and go.
In slumber deep, my mind they’ve brought,
To places bright, where skies aglow.
The stars above, they twinkle bright,
A peaceful calm, a gentle night.
And in my dreams, I take flight,
To see the world with wond’ring sight.
A world of peace, a world so still,
Where love and joy, they always fill.
And every wish, it comes true,
In this land of dreams, so pure and true.
6. Dreaming
by Johnitha Anderson
Close your eyes and spread your wings.
Make a wish and dream good dreams.
Don’t ever say you’ll never tell.
‘Cause life is short and very frail.
Just be still and take a look.
Before you know it, you’ll be hooked.
Then once in a blink of an eye,
You’ll soon realize it was all a lie.
Up you look and there they’re gone.
Why two days feel so long?
What was once there has disappeared.
Now, love is the one thing to fear.
Why say go when it was no?
You open your eyes only to find
What lied there was your sign.
So close your eyes and spread your wings.
Make a good wish and LIVE your dreams!
7. Follow Your Heart
by Diksha Lohiya
I have my own dreams
and my own desires.
Something for which I’m keen,
want to set the world on fire.
But you are the one who is stopping me,
for who I really want to be.
What you said ain’t my will
and I know I don’t have such skills.
You tell me to have an aim,
I have it, still you blame.
Don’t expect me to be the same,
you’re just bothered about your fame.
I can’t keep walking on your shoes,
my dreams are something I don’t want to lose.
I just want to follow my heart,
but you’re letting the dreams apart.
I don’t want to follow the crowd,
have a dream, heart is too loud.
I know my dream has a good scope,
I’ll surely succeed, I still have hope.
At last, don’t let your dreams apart,
whatever happens just follow your heart!
8. American Dream
by Ophelia Flowers
Living the American dream isn’t always as it seems.
Fancy cars, movie stars.
Pain filled lives, filled with scars.
“I’ve got it all. My life is good.
Everything seems as it should.
I can do it myself.
Life is all about me.”
That’s what they say because they can’t see.
Pain filled lives with no hope to find,
for to true happiness they are blind.
“Do what you want, for tomorrow we die.”
It’s the way many live, but inside they cry.
They can’t see why their world is a mess.
They’ve lost their way but won’t confess.
To surrender is the only way to be free.
But if they won’t hear it, they’ll never see.
We must show the world how to lose their chains.
They need to know God cares for their pains.
The American dream shouldn’t be about me.
To so many it is, and they simply won’t see.
9. A Bed of Clouds
by Ashley L. May
I sleep in the clouds, dream in the sky.
I’ll keep dreaming as life passes me by.
I think my dreams keep me sane.
I dream of happiness, a life without pain.
Some people say I’m stuck in this place
and I’ll never go anywhere,
but in my dreams I’ve already been there.
I know someday I’ll have to wake up,
but I feel the real world is more like a nightmare.
I’m safe in my closed-eye wonderland.
This poem goes to all the dreamers that understand.
No matter what they say…
keep your dreams, but don’t dream your life away.
Poems about Dreams for Children
Children often have vivid and imaginative dreams. These poems about dreams for kids use playful language and relatable themes to capture the magic and wonder of the dream world.
1. I Dream a World
by Langston Hughes
I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
I dream a world where all
Will know sweet freedom’s way,
Where greed no longer saps the soul
Nor avarice blights our day.
A world I dream where black or white,
Whatever race you be,
Will share the bounties of the earth
And every man is free,
Where wretchedness will hang its head
And joy, like a pearl,
Attends the needs of all mankind-
Of such I dream, my world!
2. Demand
by Langston Hughes
Dear dream of utter aliveness-
Touching my body of utter death-
Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,
The flaming source of your bright breath.
Tell me, O dream of utter aliveness-
Knowing so well the wind and the sun-
Where is this light
Your eyes see forever?
And what is the wind
You touch when you run?
3. Wanderlust Acrostic Dream
by Clinton Siegle
Wanderlust, let’s be honest, is the dream.
And as a child, my adventure was my dream.
Now, I dream.
Dreaming of being a pirate, a poet, a writer of adventure, I dream.
Eternity for mandala me this or sketcher me I dream.
Reality is but a mirror of somewhere else; It would seem like a dream.
Lusting for an adventure or a dream.
Uniquely at the end of this dream.
Silly boy, life is all but a dream.
Time is but a moment in a dream.
Dream on of wandering strange dreams.
Reality is a strange dream.
Eternity stuck in a dream?
Almighty, forgive me for what I dream.
Memories of a better dream.
4. A Bedtime Story for Mr. Lamb
by Arthur Nevis
What story would you like to hear, Mr. Lamb?
Are you a real lamb?
Would you like to hear of Webbers?
Or Whales?
Here is the Story of Alice:
The Queen wants to have a baby,
That’s why she’s kissing her hand.
The Mad Habit is pouring specklish tea.
Finally, the Mad Habit and the Queen go to sleep,
But she’s not looking at him.
He’s just pouring the milk.
Goodnight, Mr. Lamb,
Have a nice dream.
Sleep like a lamb.
Don’t rough scream
Scream smooth.
5. Dream Car
by Anonymous
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
How I wish I had a car.
Red with leather heated seats,
Flying down the fresh paved streets.
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
With that car I’ll travel far.
6. Hope in A Dream
by Adalia Medina
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
Persistence prevails, while some may cast doubt.
Expectation desired is what it’s about.
7. Dream Beast
by Mark Bird
If you have a dream
that won’t go away
that gnaws at your toes
with each waking day.
That sings beneath notes
and swirls between stars.
From lines in great books
it thrashes and gnarls.
From cinema screens
it leaps along light
and twists your insides
and stalks you at night.
Then give it attention.
Tame that wild dream.
It’s there for a reason
yet to be seen.
A beast of the future
only you own.
Don’t let it escape
into the unknown.
Train it with care
and boost its esteem.
Spotlight it brightly
so it can be seen.
Or dreams can turn nasty
tire and groan.
Diminishing creatures
if left all alone.
The beast never dies
just shrinks and goes cold.
A lone, solemn dream
growing weary and old.
So feed it with strength
Believe that it’s real
Nurture with love
And trust how it feels
Fight the dream-bruisers
wish-batterers too
and splatterers of hope
who’ll be waiting for you.
Feel the roar rumble.
Hear every shout.
It’s your beast of a dream
just dying to get out.
8. Let Me Dream
by Elizabeth Mccrorie
I’ve neglected and regretted
All this pain.
And today was filled with
So much shame.
I’m exhausted now,
From all my thoughts.
And I don’t know how
To make things stop!
But I have a trick,
Up my sleeve.
To make things pause,
For 8 hours at least.
It comes late, after the sun
Has vanished.
To the point were stars,
Sparkle like magic.
It’s called a dream.
My own little world,
A place where people don’t even exist.
But the things I love are at my fingertips.
It lets me run, for only a little while.
Giving my life time to breathe.
And handing me something
I know I can keep.
Just let me dream.
9. The Perfect Dream
by Miranda S
Waves beating on the sand
There we sit, hand in hand
Waves crash down
And I wipe away my frown
The sun begins to set
It seems like we’ve just met
But we’ve known each other for a while
Now just the thought of you makes me smile
We begin to walk
And we start to talk
Our steps are in sync
I can’t even think
He stops and looks at me
I look up and he is all I see
He leans in
And it’s like the perfect sense
But I always wake up
And realize it was all just a dream
10. Only A Dream
by John P. Read
I’m living in my own little world.
I’m happy there, it’s okay.
It’s much more fun than the real one,
For the sun shines every day.
It’s a world with no hate or sorrow.
In my world there is no pain.
There’s no rich, no poor, no kings or queens.
In my world only our Lord reigns.
It’s a world of many colours,
A world where everyone’s free.
It’s a world of love and harmony,
A world of compassion and tranquility.
I know my world’s not the real one.
It’s only my world of make-believe.
But it’s a world I often visit,
If it’s only in my dreams.
11. Dreams
by Jane A Beresford
We slip beneath the pillow’s spell
And drift from heaven and into hell
To lose control of conscious mind
The secrets of our soul to find.
A timeless journey fills our being.
The blind man now becomes all-seeing.
The lonely now becomes the lover.
The childless wife a loving mother.
Reflection of our dormant fears
Once woken may reduce to tears.
With sleep the master free to prey
On untold thought which nightly stray.
Poems about Dreams and Goals in Life
Dreams are often intertwined with our aspirations and goals in life. These poems explore the connection between our dreams and our ambitions, offering insights into the power of visualization and manifestation.
1. I Love You Although I’ve Never Met You
by Abdullah Gamal
In my life you are a beautiful dream,
but in my dream you are mine.
You are the soul and the blood stream,
that could make me an eternal life.
I’ve made the most important discovery of my life,
It’s only in the mysterious equation of love,
that inspired the world arround me and changed my life,
It was hard to find it, and harder to solve,
It was like a dream to me as well as a great strife,
and that is the great power and the magic of love,
I love you although I’ve never met you,
with you I can stand up for anything to do.
I love you although I’ve never met you,
you changed my life and so my sky to blue.
I love you although I never met you,
but in my dreams I really meet you.
2. It’s Good to Feel You Are Close to Me
by Pablo Neruda
It’s good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.
Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,
but your body, relinquished so, breathes
seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream
like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.
Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,
but from the frontiers lost in the night,
from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,
something remains, drawing us into the light of life
as if the sign of the shadows had sealed
its secret creatures with flame.
3. Graduation Day
by Joseph T. Renaldi
Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
A feeling of pride and euphoria years away
For a daughter or son – Graduation Day.
It is a peak of success for the graduate,
Not only for the graduate but parents too.
A joyful event after many years they had to wait,
Realizing the glorious thrill of a dream come true,
A genuine smile accompanied by a deep sigh,
Often a handkerchief in hand as the class goes by.
Graduation is a deserving, hard earned goal
With mortarboard and gown as foretold,
A gratifying service of the mind and soul
In a simple and beautiful sheepskin told
That the graduate fulfilled the educational rule.
At last, for the mother and father, a dream come true.
Graduation Day!
4. Dreams: The Kind I Had
by Abraham Oyegbade
First Tell:
I had a dream, and in it I was satisfied.
I had a dream, and in it I laugh.
I had a dream, and in it I had become one.
I had a dream, and in it I knew contentment.
I had a dream, in it mercy shone on me.
Second Tell:
I knew I had a dream when in it I saw myself satisfied.
I knew I had a dream when in it I saw myself laugh.
I knew I had a dream when in it I was one.
I knew I had a dream when in it I was contented.
I knew I had a dream, in it I saw that mercy shone on me.
Third Tell:
Now I know that dream, it was for a life, a life that is mine.
Now I know that dream, it was for a man, a man that is me.
Now I know that dream, it was fated, fate that is mine.
Now I know that dream, it was fulfilling, fulfilment that is me.
Now I know that that dream was mine, I mean me.
Fourth Tell:
I had this dream, it was bare.
I had this dream, it was rare.
I had this dream, it was kind.
I had this dream, it was mine.
I had this dream, it was faithful, loyal, respect.
I had this dream, it was graceful, royal, perfect.
Emanating Tell:
It was truthful, it was right.
It was beautiful, and bright.
I was truthful, I was aright.
I was beautiful, and bright.
I know all these because I had a dream, and in it, I had a wife.
5. Circle Hope Dreams
by Ms. Norma-Jean Martin
Making a choice
stillness is drilling for life.
A clear mine, heart and soul perfectly
evermost treasures of living in love depths
below the right answers in one’s souling love
moment to cherish forevers in years to comes for
the one stands for you, me to be forever best friend
thy love keeps no within, secret to me all thy days,
nights I danced in dreams became my truest mate
believing in that one man fullfilled foldings my
hand to hold my breath in life where ever
I should be, bring peaceful stands,
standing sighting mazes daze
assurance completely
his danced arms.
6. Swimming in Chocolate
by Jan Haile Clark
I had a dream the other night
Really gave me quite a fright
I, in a pool of chocolate swimming
Across its surface slowly skimming
Suddenly pool began to shrink
What happened I couldn’t think
I looked around for the cause
What I saw caused me to pause
A chocolate thief standing there
Siphoned it to I know not where
“Stop” I shouted but he went on
Until it all had been withdrawn
No more chocolate, not one drop
Because that thief would not stop
Couldn’t he leave my chocolate be
Why would anyone do this to me
Chocolate is my favorite thing
Really making my heart sing
But think the thief did me a favor
Though I love that chocolate flavor
Looking at the calorie chart
Too much chocolate isn’t smart
Once it’s passed through my lips
It just goes straight to my hips
7. Do Dare to Dream
by Joydip Dutt
Do dare to dream your desired dream
No matter how impossible it may seem
Do not get deterred by what others say
Stay focused and you will find your way
But remember the road will not be easy, it’s an uphill task
So be honest to yourself, and you need to sincerely ask:
Do you have it in you to do everything that it takes?
Like rising after each fall and learning from the mistakes
Do you have the patience when the road seems much too long?
Needless to say, you need to remain resolved and be strong
Do you have the courage to continue and endure?
When the outcome is unknown, nothing is for sure
Do you have the tenacity to carry on till the end?
For on that much of your success will depend.
8. Dreams
by Darah S
Images of hope,
Locked up fear you share,
Love and desire,
All in your head somewhere.
Dreams are wishes
That let your imagination grow.
They let you travel
Anywhere you can go.
Dreams show your happiest moments,
And what you dread in your heart.
They show you love, how to hold it,
And tell you where to start.
You could feel the beach,
The sand at your feet,
The heart and soul you’ll be able to reach.
Words and images swirl in your mind
That let you express yourself for all time.
And when horrors are received,
And I fall on my knees,
Everything is softened by the memories, the dreams
9. Dreams
by John Raines
There’s a place where I go that no one else knows,
Where mysteries abound and excitement grows.
A place out of reach of any man’s hands,
Safely secluded in a far away land
Beyond the grasp of those who may plunder
The wealth of its power and its life changing wonder.
I go alone to my secret place, never leaving a trace
For someone to follow and discover my space
Where I keep my secrets, my fears, and my regrets
Away from the world and all of its threats.
It’s mine and mine alone!
The only place I can call my own.
I treasure the moments spent in this realm
Where anything is possible and I’m at the helm.
This place I describe is all that it seems …
It’s a magical place I call my dreams.
10. Dream for Nightmare
by Shianne
Broken window shows each dream
Shattered lie you can’t redeem
A wish upon a twisted heart
Diamond lie that ripped apart
Shards of truth a pane of glass
A broken dream that came to pass
A teardrop fallen in the rain
An unseen symbol of your pain
A silver thread upon the ground
Of lost hopes that couldn’t be found
A web of lies and deceit
Twisted from each defeat
Bound by hatred from a flame
Burning bright, turning the blame
Blood red tears that fall right through
Showing all that wasn’t true
A dream twisted to the end
A lie to truth from which you bend
A cold hatred from above
Back to silence shattered by love
A dreaming wish fallen from a heart
As each lie rips it apart
A teardrop falls from each eye
A wish that came in the form of a lie
Hopes that shattered upon the floor
Lies that were hidden behind a door
A dreaming eye that went unseen
Reliving everything had it been
A wish each year to have it sell
Your secrets that you cannot tell
Hidden by all yet free to see
Each truth, lie, dream and wish as they be
To turn them back, a nightmare made
Losing battles, memories fade
And hopes and dreams are sold away
A lie born into a day
A reality turned back on you
From a truth they never knew
Careful all, for you will see
That secrets and dreams aren’t safe to be
They take your dream, twist it around
Shatter the memories upon the ground
Whisked away by just one scream
They give you back your twisted dream
But when they do, this I tell
Your dream in exchange for a nightmare is what you sell
Poems about Dreams and Sleep
Sleep is an essential part of the dream experience. These poems explore the relationship between sleep and dreams, and the restorative power of a good night’s rest.
1. A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
2. In Midnight Sleep
by Walt Whitman
IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded–of that indescribable
look;
Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide,
I dream, I dream, I dream.
Of scenes of nature, fields and mountains;
Of skies, so beauteous after a storm–and at night the moon so
unearthly bright,
Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather
the heaps,
I dream, I dream, I dream.
Long, long have they pass’d–faces and trenches and fields;
Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure–or away
from the fallen,
Onward I sped at the time–But now of their forms at night,
I dream, I dream, I dream. 10
3. Cradle Song
by William Blake
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.
4. Japanese Lullaby
by Eugene Field
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,—
Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes;
Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging—
Swinging the nest where her little one lies.
Away out yonder I see a star,—
Silvery star with a tinkling song;
To the soft dew falling I hear it calling—
Calling and tinkling the night along.
In through the window a moonbeam comes,—
Little gold moonbeam with misty wings;
All silently creeping, it asks, “Is he sleeping—
Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings?”
Up from the sea there floats the sob
Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore,
As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning—
Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more.
But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,—
Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes;
Am I not singing?—see, I am swinging—
Swinging the nest where my darling lies.
5. I’mma Dream
by Titto Mutunguti
It’s time to get myself a dream,
I had a nightmare sleeping on my dream bed.
Now am free to live a dream with my dream girl
Imma dream, girl
And live my dream.
All the pain is in the past,
I’m over that dream,
The missmatchment and inadequacy
It was a just dream.
Now am free to live a dream with my dream girl.
Imma dream, girl
And live a dream.
I am sprouting so fast
Cant believe it!
Opportunities are so vast
With no limit.
Keep going
You made the universe say YES to me.
I am now free to live dream with my dream girl
Imma dream, girl
And live my dream,
Couldnt struggle to fit in,
I was born to stand out.
Drop with no ripple,
And a love cripple.
Did you ever Know I was passionate?
I am now free to live a dream with my dream girl
Imma dream, girl
And live my dream,
6. Dream Variations
by Langston Hughes
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me—
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
7. In Praise of Dreams
by Gary Soto
In my dreams,
I lasso a wild steer on the first try.
I chauffeur Picasso
To meet up with Dali—
None of us is happy about this summit.
After licking my fingertips,
I play guitar masterfully.
I use index cards to make sense
Of the universe.
I discover my childhood cat in the neighbor’s tree—
So that’s where you’ve been, you little rascal.
I beg the alligator, por favor,
To make a snap judgement,
Will it be my leg or my arm?
Picture me swimming with dolphins.
Picture me with these dolphins
Sitting in lawn chairs.
I’m full of gratitude—
The lightbulb comes on
When the refrigerator door is opened.
Yes, I’m the scientist who solved laryngitis—
Now all of us howl at our own pleasure.
I get to throw a trophy from a moving car.
When I park my car,
I’m awarded another trophy—
Someone above is giving me a second chance.
8. Dream Song
by John Berryman
Huffy Henry hid the day,
unappeasable Henry sulked.
I see his point,—a trying to put things over.
It was the thought that they thought
they could do it made Henry wicked & away.
But he should have come out and talked.
All the world like a woolen lover
once did seem on Henry’s side.
Then came a departure.
Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.
I don’t see how Henry, pried
open for all the world to see, survived.
What he has now to say is a long
wonder the world can bear & be.
Once in a sycamore I was glad
all at the top, and I sang.
Hard on the land wears the strong sea
and empty grows every bed.
9. O Little Root of a Dream
by Paul Celan
O little root of a dream
you hold me here
undermined by blood,
no longer visible to anyone,
property of death.
Curve a face
that there may be speech, of earth,
of ardor, of
things with eyes, even
here, where you read me blind,
even
here,
where you
refute me,
to the letter.
10. The Good-Morrow
by John Donne
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
11. Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
by Eugene Field
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
and Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
Never afraid are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
and Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
to the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
and Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
and Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
Wynken,
Blynken,
and Nod.
10. Birds Appearing in a Dream
by Michael Collier
One had feathers like a blood-streaked koi,
another a tail of color-coded wires.
One was a blackbird stretching orchid wings,
another a flicker with a wounded head.
All flew like leaves fluttering to escape,
bright, circulating in burning air,
and all returned when the air cleared.
One was a kingfisher trapped in its bower,
deep in the ground, miles from water.
Everything is real and everything isn’t.
Some had names and some didn’t.
Named and nameless shapes of birds,
at night my hand can touch your feathers
and then I wipe the vernix from your wings,
you who have made bright things from shadows,
you who have crossed the distances to roost in me.
Final Thoughts
Dreams are a fascinating and mysterious aspect of the human experience, and poems about dreams capture their essence in a unique and creative way.
From the famous to the funny, short to long, and modern to classic, these poems on dreams offer a kaleidoscope of insights into the dream world and its many wonders.
They explore the complexities of our subconscious, our deepest desires, and the enigmatic nature of reality itself.
Whether you’re a child or an adult, these dream poems can transport you to a realm of imagination and introspection, reminding us of the beauty and mystery of life.
