Dream study impacts culture. We are put in touch with the inner poet who dreams. We hear our inner, subjective response to the outer world. That helps spiritualize our lives.
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Dream Dream Dream
Dream dream dream
And dream untill dream come true
Life is nothing but dreams
Some accomplished, some unfinished
Some dreams are trifle, some cherished
You are nothing but a result of dreams
Dreams, dreams and nothing but dreams
A dream of someone
Or a dream of your own
Dream is not what you dream while asleep
Dream is what that don't let you sleep
You live for dream
And you die for dream
Your unattained desires are dreams
What you all desire are dreams
You can't accomplished unless you dream
What you accomplished was a dream
The law of attraction and power of passion
All say dream, dream and dream
{Published in Annual Magazine of NOSPLAN- Organisation of the Students of Planning in January,2012 by the same poet.}
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Subconscious
Over there
In parallel time,
This brain -
Neuronal palimpsest
In striptease
Blood-red dawn to dying dusk;
The husk of bone
Stays the swelling
Of the soul
Within its hellish crypt -
Ironically dimensionless:
Dark deep,
An independent entity
Perambulates
Along the promenade,
Boulevard,
Tacky yard of tacky lives
In non-existence,
A shard of me in tow,
Then scurries back to
Promiscuity -
She drools, anticipating -
Poised legs of cogitation
Tingle, brim, desperate -
The imminence of dreams
Palpates.
Such a well-warn bed,
Where fucks with notion, thought,
Imagination,
Spark an orgy
While the conscious blacks in head
And eyes;
Mulling making sense
Beyond the lies against
Reality - whatever that might be -
(But matters not
In abstract dreams) :
Forebrain greys in waking;
I've not a word to tell it! -
Where's the poet?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
A Drifting Trail of Dreams
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Dreamer's Poet
Dreamers dream
dreaming that
all their dreams are dreams;
and is reality then multiple-shaped
or itself a dream?
If dreams are things not real or true
or don't yet exist
then what does it mean for dreamer to
act upon the dream and bring it forth
into reality?
Was the dream just reality
not yet existent;
in waiting so to speak?
Or was it live
always there
waiting to be discovered?
Seems to me
this is much like a poem;
how the poem comes to be-
unless, of course,
the poet
is a dream too,
outside reality
paradoxical conundrum
don't you see?
And more:
could it be the Dreamer's Poet
in dreaming thus
creates the Poet
and the Poetry
both of which
become Reality
Thus?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Everything we say signifies; everything counts, that we put out into the world. It impacts on kids, it impacts on the zeitgeist of the time.
quote by Meryl Streep
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A Poet
Not everyone a poet be
It takes more than a show of words
Or feigned esteemed ability.
These attributes are so absurd!
Like inkless pens expect to write
A single word of poesy.
A poet lives to dream each night
Ideas wrought subconsciously;
And when the golden sun has gleamed
Its steady subdued morning glow
The poet wakes from fondest dreams
Imbued by schemes the night bestowed
Into a measured rhyming gem:
Conjured dreams become a poem.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Poem about Poetry - Real poets
a real poet
who harbours
a message
takes his glory
from the sun
shines day in
and day out
lighting up
the graces of the world
his own dignified way
come rain,
come thunder,
come lightning
he never lets go
of his vision
lighting up the world
with triumph
enthusiasm
uplifted spirit
a real poet
helps others
find a path
with life
helps the
world realise
the power
of verses
- in realising
life
in so many levels
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Follow Your Dreams
to dream your dream, and follow it through
to dream your dream, and make it come true.
to set that goal in your life
and have it become your guiding light.
to push yourself against all odds
and take the first steps, is the start.
take the first of a million steps
until your dream you have met.
no one knows your dreams better than you
do whatever you've got to do.
but do not hurt anyone along the way
for later on you will pay.
using friends, family, people, -we all do.
how far you go depends on you.
with your dream, other people gain
and because of it, their lives will change.
it takes billions of grains of sand to make a beach
that is the goal that we must reach.
each and every one of our lives, will touch another.
that is why we are sister and brother.
everything in life-' no matter what it may be'.
has its consequences, that affects you and me.
now on this weekend i heard the news
two ICONS have passed away (michael jackson & farrah fawcett)
but in our hearts they will stay.
they reached their dreams in their hearts,
and we became a very big part.
so with this in mind i must say
follow your dreams, it's the only way.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not
The poet I am, and the poet I am not
‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Dreams of Poetry
Some men dream for fortune,
others dream for fame.
Some to go where none have been,
most dreams are all the same.
Some men dream of lovers,
so do some for hate.
Many dream to die in peace,
and be let inside GODS gates.
Men do dream for peace on earth,
a son born first in birth.
Many still do dream has children,
and want their moneys worth,
But me I dream of pleasure,
for men who read my words.
I dream to be poet,
a poet whom is heard.
Heard and loved and wanted for,
what lies inside my heart.
When I dream of anything,
poetry is where it starts...
poem by Ken Bennight
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The Dream of I
So peaceful and quite, the endless sky...
The burden I carry, how did it come by? ...
After all I did was a dream to fly...
A dream so naive, so young to die...
So helpless and weak, a dream like I...
The world is too big for a dream like my...
Too busy with the lives that pass it by...
Farewell my dream, today I shall die...
Forever you seek and question why...
So many dreams like you have to die...
Farewell my dream, The dream of I...
poem by Ahmed Shammasi
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Conceptual Sociogram(4)
After 50 years of dictatorship,
gang culture is so angry and
academic culture is even following it and
mass culture is following commercial culture blindly
so dark.
poet nyein way
mynanmar conceptual poets station(MCPS)
A Dream Away
Sometimes we have to put
a perspective on our lives
and separate the dreams from reality.
Stop living in a dream world
and begin to live in our reality.
Start doing the things
to make our dreams come true
instead of just dreaming
that they might someday.
But putting our lives into perspective
is not as easy as it sounds.
In fact, it is hard to do
when all you want is a dream away.
3 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Dreams
Dreams can be kept.
Thankfully its one thing to keep.
That people cant take away.
My dreams cant be stolen.
They are mine foe keeps.
Its one thing no bastards can take.
I have a dream
To be somebody.
Not to be useless.
My drem is to be
A poet
My dream is to be a writer.
My drem was to do work.
I probally cant do.
But I can be a poet.
Its want I want to be.,
Some dreams were stolen
But no one can steal
My drems now.
For my dreams are mine.
And only mine.
They are not for taking.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Dreaming Reality
In the real world, as in dreams,
Nothing is quite as it seems.
To see what we have never seen,
To be what we have never been,
To shed the chrysalis, learn to fly,
Depart the earth, kiss the sky,
To be reborn, be someone new,
Is this a dream or is it true?
Is my life in fact a dream?
Are things not always as they seem?
Are daylight hours reality,
Or do I dream eternally?
In the dream world or the real,
We cannot know what we can't feel.
What is not a dream by day,
Comes to us at night to stay.
Dreams - vivid colors of life,
Or fleeting, obscure, murky strife?
Façade of reality brings,
To the mind, exquisite things:
Love, regret, memories, cheer,
Imagination, even fear.
The lives we live appear, it seems,
To be a dream within a dream.
A long dream of hopeless sorrow,
I'll dream my life again tomorrow.
(27 February 2005)
poem by Richard Stamper
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If You Are a Poet
If you are a poet it means so much
as others souls you often touch.
Your own soul you cruelly cut
petting the others with your blood.
To be a poet means to sing of beauty
and it’s the main poet’s duty.
Rhyming the words to tell the truth
and it has to be quite smooth.
To be a poet means to burn with passion,
to treat the others grief with a compassion,
to love the others as yourself,
to hear the voice of kind elf.
To be a poet means to dream,
to tell the world a touching theme,
to speak sincerely and frankly
but not just rhyming poems blankly.
Rhyming words is not the main,
there’s no need to strain your brain.
If your heart has nothing to tell
rhymed words will look like hell.
To be a poet means to write
as if your blood gushes from vein,
to write the rhythm of living breath,
the rhythm of life that seethe.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
30/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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On Top Of The World
Youre on top of the world
On top of the world and you cant
Get any higher-youre on top of the world
Youre on top of the world tonight
It wasnt easy- it was hard as hell
You didnt get luck in a wishin well
Never worked so hard- had so much pain
Wouldnt change for anything
Learned love from a movie screen
He was tough, she was wild at fifteen
Quit school and had no dreams
Wasnt going very far
Then he got religion and she got a god
Its on her back and its in his job
And it costs lots of money, honey- oh, no
Breakdown nearly every day
Shoulda known- couldnt get away
Got lucky with the girl next door
She was lonely and didnt care
She was young, she was dark, she was fair
Wrapped herself around you with her stare
Youd explode if she would touch you there
Touch you there- touch you there
Tonight, tonight-tonight-tonight
Youre on top of the world
On top of the world and you cant
Get any higher
Youre on top of the world
Youre on top of the world tonight
(can you hear me, can you see me) youre on top of the world tonight
(can you hear me, can you see me) youre on top of the world tonight
(can you hear me, can you see me) youre on top of the world tonight
(can you hear me, can you see me) youre on top of the world tonight
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Dreamz
what is a dream if you cant achieve it
what is a dream if you dont believe it
i want my dreams to all come true
i want my dreams to be shared with you
a dream is a place of magical things
a dream is a place where bluebirds sing
all our dreams we are longing for
a dream of you that i adore
why is dreams all filled with joy
when after a dream it is destroyed
why is dreams of something we cant have
when we dream of the things we once had
dreams come with so many meanings
happy and sad so many feelings
so why do we dream if it hurts inside
when we watch our dreams all fade and die
if i was a dream id fly away
id dream of happiness and make it stay
what is a dream with no ending
why do dreams start descending
what is a dream that aint complete
why are dreams so discreet
dreams are full of many things
dreams are full of true feelings
believe in dreams and youll succeed
believe in dreams yes i do indeed
poem by Mitchell Nott
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Le Poète Rêve
He dreams;
Resting in an arm-chair
With his imaginations in clouds of pride
He dreams, he dreams,
About the world, glorifying it with wordy-spice to hide
E'en if its problems, he prays ne'er to bear
He dreams.
I dream,
About pleasing the hearts of men
And those who despise poetry with passion
I dream, maybe I dream,
To feel hatred with compassion
And to fall in love with the loveliest of all women
I dream.
We dream,
About what will be not
Like wishing we stood on the podium as God
We dream, foolishly, we dream,
But grace caresses the heart of those whose blood
Is for the sacrifice for those they hate not
We dream, we all dream!
(05-02-AD2011)
poem by Justin Okwarachukwu
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Poet Is A Poet/Wherever He Goes
A POET IS A POET/ WHEREVER HE GOES
A poet is a poet
Wherever he goes
He can stop and sit on a bench anywhere
And write a poem
The poems come from without often
But what is within is the poetry-
Like a dream like a fire like a small light
That never goes out
A poet sits anywhere and writes his dream-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ricardo
Ricardo is a poet from Argentina
And at South American dancing few with him compare
And he has become known around South Gippsland
And sad to say men like him now are rare.
Ricardo is a very funny fellow
And I mean funny in a humorous way
At parties and get togethers he's good value
And one has to laugh at some of the things he say.
He lives in Dalyston off of the Bass Coast Highway
And he has brought some culture to the place
He is an easy to like sort of fellow
And he always has a big smile on his face
Ricardo is a poet and a dancer
And to the culture he came from he's true
And he's the life and soul of every party
And he is very good at what he do.
poem by Francis Duggan
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