Sreams poems on Hello Poetry

Federico García Lorca

Serenata

The night soaks itself
along the shore of the river
and in ******'s *******
the branches die of love.

The branches die of love..

Naked the night sings
above the bridges of March.
****** bathes her body
with salt water and roses.

The branches die of love.

The night of anise and silver
shines over the rooftops.
Silver of sreams and mirrors
Anise of your white thighs.

The branches die of love.

Megan James Feb 2014

A spectrum of Truth

Misty sreams break through broken dreams

Replenishing the garden of eden as though it seems

A fresh intake of complete serentity

Escaping the rigid bridge collapsing into a soiled specter

Through spirals of entangled branches taken down by a faithful soul

An escape from the deceitful downfall of eternal suffering.

Sridevi Oct 2010

Yin and Yang of Pain

A for Alcoholic
she mutters noiselessly
to her cherub feigning sleep
in his night mare infested crib.

B for Brute
which her Knight
morphs into every night
inflicting invisible
whiplashes on
her now rusted dreams

C for the curse
which befell on
their marital vows
the day he first touched
the stinking bottle

D for Death
she sreams to the silent night
which comes neither to her
nor HIM...

Joey McNamara Sep 2013

Of Lions and Tigers: Part 3 - The Shadow

Gently pulsating
To the rhythm
Feet are tapping
To the beat
But the wolf will never
Admit defeat

The wolf loves
Loves the clouds
Fluffy, bouncing
Caring, exciting
He can feel it
Getting near
He can feel it
Losing cheer

Sleeping

To the highest peak
The wolf will sneak
The cloud it knows
How the feeling grows
And loses touch
In the shadow of the rose

Did he hear himself thinking?
Did the floor stop growing?
Or did the cloud lose it's shape?
The wolf it seems, is losing touch
As the cloud, the cloud sreams ****

The wolf loves, loves the clouds
Fluffy, bouncing
Caring, exciting
But the cloud
Doesn't
Love him back

Sleeping

To the highest peak
The wolf will sneak
The cloud it knows
How the feeling grows
And loses touch
In the shadow

Poetic T Mar 2014

My White Room

In my white room i stand
thoughts of madness abound.
My reality diffrent from yours
as I'm your angel of death,
granted many wishes, I have
sent them all to a better place.

Screams of joy they gave me
with there last breath, in there
reality victims they are called
and the sreams I heard, were
screams of their death choked
out of them until there was no
more breath at all.

But in my reality i now stand in
my heaven, which is white all
around as the voices said i would
end, in my jacket i stand listening
to my vocies my only friends.

NOLWAZI JOUBERT Apr 2015

my life

it has only been 17 years, and i am counting to the 18th one, but my life seems like it has been there forever. A journey not to be forgetten, seeing dead bodies everywhere, people crying, bodies and houses burning. Hearing sreams, insults and guns firing everywhere, all that i have done is to care more about the lifes of peple i dont know, and forgetting about my life. My life is one i would love to care about, for it lacks a room of happiness

YoungGentleman17 Feb 2014

I CRY

Tears fall of my eyes when I sit alone
I sit with a heart that's blown
The tears I cry are real and pain
A flow of stress I can't maintain
I cry because life itself is hard
Moving on is even worse
I would cry among evil
Main reason I been cursed
A curse I could never go by
And daily I still hear there sreams and cries
As I sit in pain and broken spirit
Sometimes I feel to die instead of cry
And no one cares to wonder why

Alex Sep 2018

When will everything be alright again?

She was 13 years old, when her life changed
Still unknown if it was for better or for worse
All she knew was that it hurt
It made her feel as low as dirt
Everything began to fall apart
It all started that night, so afraid, so scared
She didn't want to feel the pain anymore
Frozen she couldn't help she couldn't protect anyone
The sreams repeat over and over
She cant forget, it hurts to much
The memories filled with so much pain and misery
That night her world came crashing down
Father had a little too much to drink.
And mom didn't want her to feel the pain she felt.
But she still felt the pain…
She will always feel the pain
For a year that night kept repeating itself
Then he was gone and mom looked for love in other men
And she tried to act strong
broken hearts and scars in places only she could see
Cause she just wanted, she just wanted to feel something
“When will everything be okay again”
The question that is asked over and over again every day

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