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.
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.
......
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
......
Dreaming
by Baramundi Roy
Confined to dreams where no harm can be done
in the world of fantasy I have such fun.
Letting my imagination run wild
I can be a man or just be a child.
Lost in the realms of this imaginary world
where daring plots become unfurled.
In my sleeping hours so vivid and bright
I have great adventures throughout the night.
Corner
by Hoda Ablan
In a dark corner of my wound's room
I glimpse a shadow
two shadows
threads of shadow dancing with the needles of the
fire
knitting the cold that lies at the threshold
I dress myself in it
and my longing shivers
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.
