A Warm Dream The sound that serves between them, Skies that circle all over them, Water dripping from the wells above, The movement so calm and discreet, The wind that flows through the mind, And cleans the heart of the divined...
Category - Poems about Dream
Poems about Dream
This category is related to poems about dream. We either gets ideas lodged to our minds with any kind of inspiration and dreams are on of them.
In dream world you can envision various different scenarios. Some times these occur as we encounter some situation in our ordinary day or if any thing happens due to extra ordinary situation.
Dreams are mostly related to sleep but sometimes people dream while they are awake. But I believe better ones are those that we see while sleeping.
While writing better ideas are generated when one is awake and there is no noise or even it is peaceful natural environment.
What is your opinion about dreams and day dreaming?
The shape of Dreams A dream can fulfill a wish, In reality, it seems to be a glitch, I wonder if reality and dreams can be switched, But the idea of the ideal world needs to be ditched, Can we exchange realms, where dreams unfurl? Yet...
Strange Dream The sharp sting that pinches through the pelt, Likely getting sick, That drowns us in a grand sleep, Large clouds of the dusty wind, It blows through as waves crash beyond, Stars that shimmer throughout the day and night...
Dream for a Perfect Mother No mother stays with their young for a long period, Only these elephants will stay side by side with them, Stomping around herds, around those fields, Miles by miles they have walked together, Mothers...
Discrimination I had a dream, a lucid one, That I wish was real, Where there was no discrimination upon anyone, Everyone lived at ease, even the ones who started it, I hope that dream will come true, I try my best waiting for that...
Free Verse Poem | Poems about Dream Sleeping sloth dozing off, Sleeping sloth snoring out, Sleeping sloth cooling away, The sleeping sloth will never walk, Far away, where the bushes run, And the bird talk, The sleeping sloth will not walk, And...
Poem As I was sleeping, I had a dream of spiders, They were crawling around the forest, But there was one spider, Who was white, Pure white as anything white you imagine, It was whiter then the clouds, As if it was a cloud, A cloud that is in...