Three poems posted in one day, shit. lol
This poem came to me due to a series of dreams that I had about seeing my daughter that I haven't seen in 16 years. It is only predated by Blackboard. Please give me some feedback on this poem as well as my earli
Dreams
We dream while in slumber
But what do they mean?
A movie for the sleeping mind,
Or pieces of reality to glean.
Some in plain black and white.
In others vivid colors do fill.
While most are void of heart,
Some are full of emotion so real.
Can we know what they foretell?
Are we in a world of our minds making,
Full of hopes, wishes and desires
That fades away upon our waking?
A few it is told have seen Angels
Or even the source of the Divine.
While others behold monsters fierce and wild
Or creatures docile and benign.
Most are forgotten, lost to the living,
Never to be remembered by the morn.
But some are tragic with their memories
Leaving you feeling lost, forgotten or forlorn.
How is it we feel another's touch
Or hear their voice so clear and loud?
Only to find as we awaken
They were only in dreams cruel shroud.
If as the old song so says
The sandman brings us our dreams,
I hope that from this day forward
That mine are delivered without extremes.
So that no more shall I be awaken
Eyes filled with tears, covered in sweat.
So much better than to remember
It would be just to forget.
Things seen with eyes resting closed,
While head on pillow fast asleep.
Not even the fluffy wool so white
Of jumping, counting sheep.
