"dreamnt" poems
I cannot say I’ve felt
That I am myself....
Running through a Hurricane.
Chaos; insane
Living in a Eulogy.
A loss; refrain
Drowned and fastly sinking slow.
Across The Plain
Numbed to numbness....
Void in the void....
Scared of fear....
I cannot say I’ve felt myself.
Since deep within my core
are subtleties of stately dreams
I have not dreamnt before!
At times I sink down
into the darkness....
Standing in the heavy rain....
Quaking with the fear-mongers....
I cannot live to stay this way,
and so I sing a song...
“Empowered is the man I am,
and anything to do I can!
Come and fight me, agony -
and never rise to victory!
Here I am and here I stay!
Shove my purpose not away!
You shall fall as I shall live
as - to myself - I shall forgive.
Make a martyr of your shrine -
True divinity is mine!
I do not fear what has no power,
and I dismiss you here this hour!”
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Last night I dreamnt
I was a middle aged man running from the law.
The buttoned up shirt once white
Gasped and sighed with the wallowing of the wind.
It's tattered tongues trembled, trickling blood from a gaping hole in my chest.
And I caught my breath
Caught the specks of dust along the corners of my lips
Caught the murmuring of animals, the vagabonds of night
but not th-
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Woke up ,my heart beats rapidily .
My eyes casing my surroundings.
Unsure of my location I sit in a state of disalusion ,but just for a brief moment or two ,then I come to, to reality And now Im aware of me just awaken from having a nightmare. Now hesitatent of going back to sleep so I lay awake . And in the morning when I rise the memory of what I dreamnt last night is vague and dense but the feeling remains strong. Nightmares real enough to scare the hell out of you.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
A forenight ago, I dreamnt of you.
I knew it was a dream because
You told me you loved me.
I smiled and paced my heart to calm
And I knew it was a dream because
I felt you hold me.
Every second of illusion I held onto so tightly.
I knew it was a dream because
I felt you want me.
I told you I love you and I kissed you so fiercely.
I knew it was a dream because
I thought you'd never leave me.
In sleeping haze and innocent wanting
We walked and laughed and talked and cried.
We named our children and counted the tears falling from our eyes.
We made peace with our faults and forgave each other each sin.
And in that peace we were willing to begin...
But...I knew it was a dream.
Reluctant and wretched and longing and cold
My eyes fall open to an empty pillow.
All other dreams were so fleeting and easy to forget,
Yet this dream was the one you made.
You crafted it with all my desires of you
And caressesd each fold of it into my sleep.
To seal it there you pressed it with a kiss
And left it there within a cerebral prison.
Teasing and prodding long after you left.
Yes, I know it's a dream because
You left.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
Today I heard your name
I heard you are well
living soundly with blossomed love
My stomach had turned in knots
and my heart had felt it was pushing its way
out of my chest
This time, the feeling began to fade.
More shocked than I had ever dreamnt I could be
Here I was hearing your name
seeing your face
and feeling nothingness inside
and from there
happiness grew
Maybe this time I can wish you well
with a smile on my face
stemming from head to toe
Maybe this time I will breathe slower
to the beat of my own stumbling heart
Maybe this time
I will not be afraid to live
anymore
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
Dreams we dreamnt...
Dreams filtered by the sands of time,
Cease to be.
Because you are no longer mine.
I used to think,
That the dreams we wrote in the sky.
Would still remain.
Even after the clouds had passed by.
But dark days,
And storm weather.
Blew our plans,
As if they were as light as feathers.
And now,as lay,
Looking at the stars at night.
I kinda wish you had stayed,
For in the darkness,you were my light.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
a poet passes the baton / olympic flame to a poet in his posthumous work, not the work he was alive to be able to recite, it all happened with a book published in 1999, when its author died in 1994; the book was bought in glasgow, along with dostoyevky's the brothers karamazov (yes, i read it, ivan is my favourite), and rumi's collection of sufi verse.
i dreamnt this night that i was at
my first poetry reading,
and due to the nerves i suddenly
turned dyslexic - which is odd,
because when i was leaving high
school aged 18, i did a reading
with parkinson's hands in front
of the teachers and the whole
of my year group and managed
to pull off the pronunciation.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC
I always dreamnt of meeting you
and what you would look like and if I'd live to see you
Hello Future!
It's been a long road traveled
But here you and I stand offering each other a hand and greeting eachother with a smile
Hello
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
I have bruises
On the inside
That grow to the outside.
I have bruises on my heart,
That grow inside my mind.
I have bruises
On my thighs
And scratches
On my shins.
All these things
From dreams I can't unsee.
I dreamnt that I couldn't save any of them,
Because I didn't.
And I woke up in your arms,
Feeling guilty,
And afraid of myself.
Nothing feels real,
And that's my fault.
I could list off the reasons why you shouldn't love me,
But I know that you do,
And who am I to change your mind?
And I guess it all reminds me,
I've got running away running through my veins,
But I'd like nothing more than to stay.
So stay I will.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
Do you even know
How long I waited
For you?
Picking petals off roses
"We'll see each other again; We'll never see each other again."
I don't even like roses,
But when sitting in a ****** dress,
In a pool of rose petals,
You get to thinking.
White sheets
And the smell of
Warmth and stars,
I dreamnt of you
Rescuing me,
And I would sit in class
And daydream
Of a hero.
But I had to save myself,
But I couldn't escape
Myself.
And after saving
Myself
Yet again,
I found you.
And all that wishing
And wondering
And hoping
And dreaming,
Wasn't a complete lost cause.
And now you're here,
So completely and finally,
And I have no idea what to do,
But to fly with you.
And I'm scared and skittish,
But I'll take off and soar,
Keeping the thrill of my delight
To a dull roar.
On a night where my teeth were bloodied,
I went to sleep and my dreams were
So sweet,
Because I met you there
And for some reason
I knew it was all or nothing.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC