Dreaming Poems
Sleep
by Ken Ripley
When I sleep I like to dream
And star in complex fantasies
In which I am good and often wise.
But then I awake and realize
Those fantasies were only lies.
How sad it is to long for sleep
And all those lies I’d rather keep
Instead of making day my friend
And embracing all that it may lend.
Going to a Jungle - Is a Dream of me
by Unknown User
Going to a jungle
Is a dream of me
But my sister always says me
That it will never comes true
She says that if I lost in the jungle
I think about that too
Going to a jungle
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Aan de achterkant van de regenboog
by Mario Odekerken
Aan de achterkant van de regenboog
valt het licht stil,
kleur zakt langzaam in aarde en steen.
Geen gouden pot,
geen fluistering van wonder,
alleen de lucht die ruikt naar verlaten dromen.
De hemel scheurt in stroken grijs,
en voeten zoeken paden die er nooit waren.
......
The Contrast, A Winter Night's Dream
by John Bradford
On a rough winter's night, when the stormy winds blew,
'Till the tiles from the top of my lone dwelling flew.
And against my frail lattice came pouring amain,
The big, hurrying drops of the storm-driven rain,
I sat all alone, by a log fire bright,
Heading page after page, with increasing delight—
For my soul was enthrall'd by the stern poet's spell—
Of Dante's appalling depiction of hell ;
But, aweary at last of the terrible theme,
I fell fast asleep, and I had a strange dream.
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Alsof my woorde sweef
by Mario Odekerken
Dit is stil,
maar nie leeg nie.
My gedagtes dryf
soos mis oor 'n koue veld,
geen vaste vorm,
geen vaste bestemming.
Ek praat,
maar die klanke vlug
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Alsof my woorde sweef
by Mario Odekerken
Dit is stil,
maar nie leeg nie.
My gedagtes dryf
soos mis oor 'n koue veld,
geen vaste vorm,
geen vaste bestemming.
Ek praat,
maar die klanke vlug
......
Nothing
by Mario Odekerken
I imagined you.
I saw in you the world that never was,
lived through you a dream
that never touched reality.
Now there is silence.
Not absence,
but the weight
of what never became..
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Aan de achterkant van de regenboog
by Mario Odekerken
Aan de achterkant van de regenboog
valt het licht stil,
kleur zakt langzaam in aarde en steen.
Geen gouden pot,
geen fluistering van wonder,
alleen de lucht die ruikt naar verlaten dromen.
De hemel scheurt in stroken grijs,
en voeten zoeken paden die er nooit waren.
......
The Dream.
by Laurence Argyll Simon Noond
Tired weary eyes closing; drifting into a dream,
We`re all floating on that endless stream---
Long past memories; the future but a dream.
We`re all floating on "our" endless stream.
A world of fantasy; of make believe,
Meeting lost loved ones in our dreams.
Where all we desire, we can achieve,
"Where all" all! is not as it seems.
......
Sleep
by Ken Ripley
When I sleep I like to dream
And star in complex fantasies
In which I am good and often wise.
But then I awake and realize
Those fantasies were only lies.
How sad it is to long for sleep
And all those lies I’d rather keep
Instead of making day my friend
And embracing all that it may lend.
