Dreams Poems

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
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Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
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I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.
And a song with a broken heart and I ask you:
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Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
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HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.
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Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a several world.
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Then what is the answer?- Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
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A handful of dreams and desires

In a fortnight of Spring is
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Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.
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Sick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
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I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
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A shattered glass like silence now pervades
The secret space; she keeps her dreams concealed.
Uneasy once, the stars now quell and aid
Her doubt. A gaze upon the sky revealed
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If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
---let me not forget for a moment,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
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Go to sleep my angel and dream
Of heavenly places and heavenly faces
You shall be missed, my angel but rest in peace
In this world you could easily get hurt
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Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
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In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced the dwellings with his eyes. He say the spirits floating on wings of dreams, and the people who were surrendered to the Slumber.

When the moon fell below the horizon and the city became black, Death walked silently among the houses - careful to touch nothing - until he reached a palace. He entered through the bolted gates undisturbed, and stood by the rich man's bed; and as Death touched his forehead, the sleeper's eyes opened, showing great fright.
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You took my empty dreams
And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
April and the sun.
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Athwart the bed
I watch the moonbeams cast a trail
So bright, so cold, so frail,
That for a space it gleams
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True Information and Knowledge Produce Best Dreams!

Dreams are beginning for thoughts and actions in the world;
Whether dreams are realized or not, thoughts and actions go on;
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It seems to me I have two types of dreams as through my life I stroll…
The first are the dreams I make…over which I have a modicum of control.

Dreams I work on every day…dreams that never stop….
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch

These are my early poems, or juvenilia, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN, and others in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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1. Tell me your dreams.
Your dreams of sorrow, of joy.
Untold stories of love and despair
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ever do i sit and ponder, the precepts and concepts of my inner dreams, wondering upon their depth, as i imagine the goals for which i set, looking deep into the birth of those dreams, as i fantasize and realize their importance to me, and in my contemplation do i find clarity, as i hear my hearts whispers, and moans, dreams of blessings and prosperity, dreams of rivers, mountains and stones, dreams of love, dreams of family, dreams of magic, dreams of wisdom, dreams of truth, dreams of understanding. these dreams dwell in my soul like seeds in my heart, planted in the soil of my art, in which i aspire to reach higher, within my soul, and grasp the dreams, and make them unfold. into the world, into my life, into every corner of my reality, in which as my true self i embody my higher wisdom, giving birth to the soul of my inner vision. toiling with heart, to achieve my dreams, being aligned with my higher power, and all my decisions. to choose freedom. to choose love, to revel in joy. and bask in pleasure. to be whole within myself and true within my innermost being as who i truly am, as who im truly being. as i embody my deep self, realizing myself as my soul, and who i am truly, that as myself, in my authentic being, i can live truly aligned to who im meant to be. and in the truth of who i am, truly be, that i may be set free, from the confounding boundaries, of the laws unseen, and in truth, with in my sight truly see, and as my true self, truly thrive, boundless and abounding, truly alive. truly being with all my love, within the beauty of who i am in my heart. with all my strength. to embody my nature with all my power, giving force to the dreams that lay deep in my heart. that i may realize them, through my being and in my life. and discover who i truly am as Mystica.
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We met in a reality made of pixels and colour, There we found a place unlike any other, We played until the morning light, all the time playing a different more beautiful game, when meet in our dreams.

Separated by distance, and by pandemic kept apart, yet so close we could feel each other's heart, During the day the distance may seem far, during the night our souls will be together, when meet in our dreams.
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Dreams are necessary for everyone in life
Dreams are the basis of all inventions and innovation in life

Dreams are the basis of our action plan in life
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WHAT IS DREAM?

Dreams are like realization of our desires
Dreams are like unfulfilledrealization of desires
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If when i left I did not say goodbye, It was because i kept you at my side. when at night I dream the dreams are with you.

When in my dreams and thoughts I travel in my life with families and friends that I praise.
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch

These are early poems, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN. Other poems were written later and several of those were published in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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