Top 100 Poems About: DREAM

In this page, poems on / about “dream” are listed.
  • 1.
    A Dream Within A Dream

    Take this kiss upon the brow!
    And, in parting from you now,
    Thus much let me avow-
    You are not wrong, who deem read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 2.

    Hold fast to dreams
    For if dreams die
    Life is a broken-winged bird
    That cannot fly. read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 3.
    Dream Variations

    To fling my arms wide
    In some place of the sun,
    To whirl and to dance
    Till the white day is done. read more »

    Langston Hughes
  • 4.
    Cradle Song

    Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
    Dreaming in the joys of night;
    Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
    Little sorrows sit and weep. read more »

    William Blake
  • 5.
    Kubla Khan

    In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
    A stately pleasure-dome decree :
    Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
    Through caverns measureless read more »

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • 6.
    I Have Dreamed Of You So Much

    I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real.
    Is there still time for me to reach your breathing body, to kiss your mouth and make
    your dear voice come alive again? read more »

    Robert Desnos
  • 7.
    Cat's Dream

    How neatly a cat sleeps,
    sleeps with its paws and its posture,
    sleeps with its wicked claws,
    and with its unfeeling blood, read more »

    Pablo Neruda
  • 8.
    A Dream Of The Melbourne Cup

    Bring me a quart of colonial beer
    And some doughy damper to make good cheer,
    I must make a heavy dinner;
    Heavily dine and heavily sup, read more »

    Banjo Paterson
  • 9.
    A Dream

    Once a dream did weave a shade
    O'er my angel-guarded bed,
    That an emmet lost its way read more »

    William Blake
  • 10.
    The Dream

    O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
    To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,
    Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his mane,
    And retribution equally old, or nearly, breathed through his nose. read more »

    Louise Bogan
  • 11.

    While on my lonely couch I lie,
    I seldom feel myself alone,
    For fancy fills my dreaming eye
    With scenes and pleasures of its own. read more »

    Anne Brontë
  • 12.
    A Dream

    I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
    Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
    And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
    On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift." read more »

    Helen Hunt Jackson
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