#dreams poems on Hello Poetry

kortu valentine 6d

sometimes i wake
from a fever-dream
spent with a mystery being –
evaporating too quickly
to savour
leftover feelings,
and hidden benefits
of a midnight affair
with someone
that doesn't exist.

when the day
is half gone,
i'm still lovesick,
incapable of
stopping my mind
from hoping
there’s a button somewhere
to hit re-wind.

this one is about the dreams that evoke feelings whilst asleep.
June 30, 2025

#dreaming #lust #attraction #dreams #love #sleep #lovesick #affair #midnight #crush

Maria 7d

I thought over

There was so much I wanted to say to you,
But I didn’t make it.
Like a beast at bay I was in a hurry
And eager to thataway.
I thought: “I’ll achieve my goals and dreams
That I need and then
Everything will go and run, and fly,
In a right way.”

It seemed to me that my story
Will surely happen.
And I exchanged myself recklessly
For nothing important at all.
I never imagined that my life
Would be depopulated,
And what’s left of it will turn into
A paper ******* in whole.

I’ve got to gather it all by any means, really.
I must have foolishly outdone my fate all over.
And you… Sorry, I will be honest with you, my dear:
There was so much to say to you, but I thought over.

Unfortunately, we are very often wrong, misguided and on the wrong track in our life... Thank you very much for reading!🙏💖

#goals #dreams #story #life #depopulated #rubish #thoughtover

Zee 7d

This World

This world will throw you storms,
Sending shock waves to your knees.

They'll make you taste sugar.
Then watch you as you crumble.

They'll stake their claim.
Decide your name.

Tell you.
You're good.
Just not good enough.

Dreams you hold dear.
Will die out faster than any star.

This world will teach you.
Your blood, sweat and tears.

It's the only way.
You can live to survive.
Just for another day.

In a world that was rigged.
From the day you were born.

This world can be cruel.
That is why it needs you.

To shine the way.
You were always supposed to.

This world will take everything.
So you mustn't give your dreams away.

When they tell you.
To stop looking at the sky.
Do it anyways.

This world ran on dreams.
Long before reality.

An old poem I found in my notebook and wanted to share. This one is a bit more polished and was the message I wanted to get across then. This one is to the dreamers like me.

#world #star #dreams #storms #sugar #survive #rigged #shine #reality

mae Jun 26

first cigarette

i howled at the moon from a rooftop
with a cigarette and no shirt
the neighbors called me mad
but i was just
finally hearing god.

#night #nighttime #depression #dreams

neth jones Jun 25

b l u e . s c r e e n . d r e a m . p o p

. .
pinhole eyes
    observe over your kindled lie
the spread of your inedible pattern
doctoring against the indelible darkness
              quilted climate of mediation   forms over your bed
wiring out your unfiltered horrors with gentle fluence
(the rental of ebb  and the menial of flow)
tapping metal   musician on the raw triggers
                         that fore-reign your vital psychology
the inks  the rigs  the tinkers   the shallows
the shadows  and score that wink to us all
from the blue night
                                    observed
                                                    pinhole eyes
. .
blue screen   onto the window of the night
stalked by the lonely boy
          you widowed it all away
vagranted and volunteered away   all your daylight
gave up the tokens of family
schooling features and few friends
remaining ; an intelligence to pool fear
you take on the scientists
popping your dreams
                 to see if they spasm and scream
gutting their symmetry  blazing a ****
recovering only more symmetry
rummaging away with their simplicity
extending the corridor without sympathy
searching out the temple of it all
a deeper darker origin to answer to it all
. .
shakedown    plug right through the eyes
you were riding it for ecstatic life
made a corpse of it now
naked to the nerve   your teeth grown in
invited to savage your way out
               venture through the gaper glass
information salvaged    wreckage retrieved
your markers picked up   the importance received
up to you/ the message : "exist,  if you please"
. .

after watching the movie Come True

#movies #films #dreams #nightmares #lucid #waking

Perla Jun 21

Milk Skin Dreams

A shredding. A tearing of it.
Pointed finger stirring through it like a child does with milk skin
in a hot drink.
There the hopes, too blind to look into the eyes of, scurry away like frightened silverfish.
Who's? Who's are they? Surely not mine.

#poem #hopes #dreams #comfort

AMAN12 Jun 19

Unburied

Dead dreams deserve a burial,
But where do I bury them?
My peeving heart-It is way too heavy,
My disappointed eyes-they are weary,
Cherished memories - I really haven’t any,
Art isn’t my cup of tea.
Nor can I write poetry
Neither is my juggled mind ready.

Dead dreams deserve a funeral.
But how do I mourn them?
Bleed my heart or tie a knot,
Drink my tears or bawl eyes out,
Crush memories or leave them to rot,
pent up emotions or express my thought,
wander my mind or get it to dot.

Dead dreams are hauntingly ethereal,
But where do they dwell?
They linger in heartbeats,
in thoughts left to swell
Not lost, not vanished,
but drifting in air—In echoes of poetry,
in art laid bare.

#poetry #dreams

Damocles Jun 18

Parallels And Caramel

Soft, milky white, creamy,
Rippling with the tides’ collision,
A heat envelops me,
Dripping with sweetness,
I’m parched, yearning for sustenance,
Sustained rhythms, syncopated patterns,
Ripping through the night sky,
Carried out in falsetto, sung praises,
Affirming every sequence,
Clenching with squelched wrenching,
With felt panting of lost breaths,
I stand upon the precipice,
In parallel with this blissful moment.

May we expire this little death,
Together as we sink to catch our breaths,
Enshrined in silk and Egyptian cotton,
Entwined like ivy vines,
I’ll be yours if you say you’re mine,
We can tangle endlessly,
Lovers at midnight,
Sweet like caramel,
Stuck to each other through thick and thin.

I had a good dream and wanted to capsulate it in poetic device.

#romantic #****** #freeverse #metaphor #love #couples #dreams

rk Jun 16

the planets bend between us

i dreamt of you last night
each detail so vivid
that i mourned the loss of you
all over again by morning

i thought
that after endless summers
the abyss between us
grew so large now
that i could no longer
remember your voice
yet there you were
sea drunk eyes sparkling
full of such hope
asking for one more night
as if i was your centre of gravity
your smile brighter
than all the suns

from the first moment
i knew
that our love
was the one thing
i'd never recover from
burning across my sky
like a star falling to earth.

#love #lost #heartbreak #sadness #missing #friend #lover #soulmate #universe #dreams