Sleep my friend, and you will see that dream is my reality.
quote by James Hetfield
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I'm Losing Sleep Again
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not dream
The nightmares I dream
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not cry
When you wake up to reality
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not believe
You have woken up already
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not stop sleepwalking
Take things slow and steady
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not pretend
I'm sleeping soundly, dear friend
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not lament over
Why I’m losing sleep myself
Sleep soundly, dear
And do not leave me
When you wake up to reality
poem by Dyhanara Rios
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One Day, God Willing
It is only when I finally awaken, I realize
You are not really here-it is my dream's surprise;
It seems so very real, yet my slumber ends
With you still on the other side of the ethereal winds!
I only sleep, so that we may be together,
If I could, I would sleep forever-
Each time, I am more hopeful than the last
That this dream's duality would have passed!
One day, God willing, I shall see
This dream and my reality, meet-
Whence upon awakening, the dream
Is realized, it is now my reality!
But for now, I shall dream still-
I shall make consort with thee, when it is His will!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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Dancing Dream
If you are weary-
If you are weak-
Sleep, sleep, sleep, my darling child, sleep.
If you are lonesome-
If you are sad-
Dream, dream, dream, my darling child, dream.
Dream of waters, unending like a mother's love.
Dream of a sky, colored like a painter's canvas.
Dream of green grass, reaching up to touch you.
Dream of a great oak, standing tall above you.
Dream of a waterfall, its call echoing all around.
Dream of a breeze, whispering in your ear.
Dream of a star, shining brighter than any other.
Dream of a friend, sticking closer than any brother.
Dream of a love, burning brighter than a sun.
Dream of a trust, holding harder than a rock.
Dream a dancing dream, a dancing dream, a dancing dream.
Dream a dancing dream, my darling child.
Sleep and dream.
A dancing dream.
poem by Stephen Carey
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spontaneous lullaby to the dream (for: K.H)
spontaneous lullaby to the dream
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- with the dedication for
'sleepless friend ' (for: K.H)
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that night is so beautiful,
and our sky lightened up with stars.
everything around is sleeping, and everyone
is breathing the dream, only...only not you...
why? why my friend, cannot you sleep?
and maybe it love it defeated you
and now you are only repeating words
I love you...love you...
sleep darling, and not be worry for tomorrow.
what was dark, the new day will brighten.
and will bring new hopes and happiness.
sleep friend, already sleep now.
why? why my friend, cannot you sleep?
and maybe it love it defeated you
and now you are only repeating words
I love you...love you...
sleep darling, I will be
your angel in the dream.
sleep my friend, for you
I will be humming my quiet lullaby.
sleep darling and don't worry for tomorrow.
what was dark, the new day will brighten.
and will bring new hopes and happiness.
sleep friend... already sleep now.
close your eyes... and you will hear it...
close your eyes... and you will hear it...
close your eyes...
(in the cycle - 'poems for friends')
poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
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Reality of a dream
A light conversation,
With only the ones we trust
The vision of happiness
A settled place for ones heart
The reality of a dream
Some no not were to start
The door we may rather leave alone,
For we fear the pain of disappointment
A guessing game without the answer
The reality of a dream
Runs hand and hand with
the reality of fate
Except both or walk away
Hard work with all but success
And years laid to rest
Be a curse this idea
This dream with its fears
From deterioration to motivation
The dream can be delivered
For the reality of a dream
Is that...........
Without reality there is no dream
poem by Morgan Bodden
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When we sleep...
Before we go to sleep, we blame our conscience
When we sleep, we become unconscious
When we sleep, we dream
When we sleep, we may scream
When we sleep, we may cry
When we sleep, we may fly
When we sleep, we see our wishes
but when we get up to the reality, actually we wash the dishes
But sometimes, we see nightmares
and from the fear we feel like the snails
When we sleep, we feel relaxed
and to the bed we are waxed
We don't want to wake up
and drink the coffee cup
When we sleep, we can't resist
the tiredness that always exist.
Sleeping is a bless,
that everyone possess
But I hope human would not make it a curse,
and then we would need a nurse.
poem by Merna Ibrahim
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This Game
this game of doubting
sleep
whether you are the butterfly
inside your dream
or the dream inside a
butterfly
whether it is you
dreaming about a butterfly
or the butterfly dreaming
about you
this game of the mind
flowering
wonders
fluttering sighs
we like it
we do not want this game stopped
because for the meantime
they make
this stay
memorable, dream and reality tugging
like a game
on the beach one summer
you and i, this dream and this reality
time and sleep
bosom and blossom
measure for measure
drag and lag
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A dream is just a dream
We all dream
We all dream about romance
Or murder
Sometimes even watching T.V.
But when you wake up
Reality starts to kick in
Thous wonderful dreams
That you wish were real
Get pushed away
So we all dread waking up
Coming back to reality
All wait until the time comes
To go back to sleep
To escape reality
And return to the land of dreams
Were you decide what comes next
poem by Yasmine Torres
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A Dream Be Not
I dream a dream of dreams to be
oh do I dream of such a thing I dream of love peace happiness
but a dream can this be maybe the truth I do not see for this dream can really be reality with your hands joined
in mine that's how my dream can really be reality
poem by Marcus Caqueias
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True love's kiss...
What is this hellish version of existance I see?
Have I stepped through the mirror cracks?
Into a warped version of reality beyond dreams.
have I become the mirror reflecting this nightmare?
Perhaps I am sane and reality is the splintered dream.
But if reality is merely a darkened dream.
How shall I ever awaken from this eternal sleep?
When only true love's kiss can stir my soul...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Dream My Friend, You Must Dream
dream my friend
without dreams we become too real
and reality stinks like a stone without gloss
without color
plain weight without sight
the hardness
that Sisyphus
suffers unnecessarily
so my friend you must dream
the world is too much
for us to bear
dream we must to dare
we have still time to spare
without dreams we are nothing
we are worse than nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Embrace a hug
I had a dream that made me sad
I had a dream that made me cry again
I had a dream that made my pillow wet
I had a dream that I wont ever forget
I had a dream that was past the meaning of sad
I had a dream that you were going away again
I had a dream that captured my heart
I had a dream that was so terrifying that it torn me apart
I had a dream that I saw you once more
I had a dream where it was reality before
I had a dream that you were leaving for Iraq again and after you told me that
I told you, you are my best friend
In my dream I felt a tightness around my shoulder blades
It was the greatest tightness I could of ever embraced
Your hug was like angel wings and there I flew
And when you let go you flew off too.
poem by Brooke Moran
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Love Sonnet 143 Have You Contrived, To Deprive Me Of Sleep
Have you contrived, to deprive me of sleep,
By way of smiles, and acts of sweet accord,
Making me toss in bed, for meanings, deep,
Sowing between my heart and mind, discord?
Have you, your ways conspired to scare my wits,
That when sleepless, I sleep to dream all day,
And in the night, daydreams, my soul commits,
Think, I'll fret, which I might, or that I may:
What's in your song, that got me so inspired,
Or, was it me, easily swayed by songs,
Which blinded me to what really transpired,
That now, my time to fantasy belongs?
........Meantime, I dream reality with you,
........And reality of dreams, coming true.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Yesterday's Dream
I don’t want to sleep so soon
Yesterday’s dream is still raw
Triggering a dust-storm in the eyes
Raising red dust, comes sleep
Tuptup, flap the doors of lashes
And just close by themselves
Dream, like a flood, comes
Carrying the broken logs of memories
As if they were rafts
I become homeless
In yeasterday’s sleep
I trembled in fear
In yesterday’s flood
No, not so soon
Yesterday’s dream is still raw
Dream, an invisible wound—
Inflicted upon by a reluctant sleep
That comes and goes at its will
Dream, the secret of
Death of imagination and fear
It appears in thousand postures
Like a friend, dead
Aslo sparkles for once
Amidst endless thoughts
Yesterday’s dream—
Still raw…
15 Oct 2010
00.09hrs
*Original in Telugu by Vinnakota Ravishankar
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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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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I'm Not Losing Sleep
Yes, I've read the morning papers
Telling me that you've made money
Do you think I'm gonna crawl, then think again
Though I'm dressed in rags, I'm richer
Though I eat from tins, I'm healthier
Though I live in slums, I'm purer than you, my friend
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Look around and see the friends
The ones you left, our friends deserted
See the guys that used to talk and drink with you
Don't look down your nose at me
'Cause I won't ask your sympathy
I won't be your yes-sir man for anything
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
I would walk with you
Talk with you, drink with you
If you drop that halo that you're wearing on the ground
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
I can't get my satisfaction
Knowing you won't get reaction
What makes me the big attraction anyway
It's too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
Oh, it's too bad, I'm not losing sleep
[Too bad] I'm just counting sheep
[Too bad] I'm not losing sleep, my friend
song performed by by David Bowie
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Sleep Madrigal
Sleep's the Great Healer—
Sleep's the Revealer
Of hidden meanings,
Unbidden gleanings.
When sorrow aches us,
Sleep overtakes us—
Stealing away grief,
Like a welcome thief.
Night is the coverlet
For a longing lover— yet
It's Sleep who delves
Deep into our selves,
Finding dusty dreams... on shadowy shelves.
When life's a jailor,
Sleep's the unveiler
Of an inner key...
To set us free.
Sleep's our best friend
At a hard day's end—
Weaver of fantasy... with reality,
Make-believer of what could be...
Sleep's the Great Healer... of you and me.
poem by Harley White
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I am a Dreamer
I am a dreamer
like everyone else
but I am not like other dreamers
I dream the possible
I know my dream can become reality
but I am not quite sure how or when
it seems impossible
yet I see others live it out
Dreaming is indescribable
I do not comprehend it
when I have a grasp on it
it embraces me
I love to dream
It is reality so close,
close enough to touch
but I stretch out my hand to touch nothing
Dream big, dream little
a dream is a dream
chase them
who knows what they will entail?
poem by Ben Bergeth
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Dreaming
You were high above me
popular;
your family had money.
The girls
chased you
brazenly,
but I thought
just maybe
your eye
caught mine
but could not risk
being wrong
could not face Risk's Rejection.
Maybe it is something
I am imagining..
But it has become my dream;
You and I.
A secret dream
which I cannot share
with anyone
because if I do
people will laugh.
I told my best friend
and she said 'Wow'
Over and over again.
but she had no comment
for me
or encouragement.
I then knew
my Reality Test Score
came back
Negative.
How to dream
if you can't have the dream
you want to dream?
What is the use of dreaming
if what you want in dreaming
is forbidden?
I can hold on to it if I desire
but this becomes the standard
for what is for me desirable.
How to embrace
anyone
or anything less
without it seeming
a Coming Down
from what
my dream
says is best?
'Well, ' my Mom said
'You know you are allowed
more than one dream.
There will be others
and they will be there
for you to work toward;
yours to get.'
And true I did get
more than one dream
and you know dear
I did have a better dream
and that dream is you.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Sad Dream
The night was cold and long,
A thought came along the way,
Whispering words of a tragedy,
It must be an informer, or an advisor,
The tragedy, story of a bad man,
The whisper louder than the shout,
There was a legend told that night,
Somebody showed what it lookeed like,
She shadows that passed her,
It wasnt me but she thought it me,
I was lover and a friend,
But the dream chased me away,
Far away from the hand I held,
It was a dream, the great thougt,
The surreal that took my love away,
The reality that never was.
Will I ever see you again,
Or maybe you were married by the dream,
The unusual myth and ideology,
The space it created,
We dream and dream big,
Do we maake dreams our masters,
We think and we think wide,
Do we make thoughts our aims
For the loved ones you betrayed,
In your life im a dream,
In your dream im not your life,
The thoughts I have for you my dear,
The space you always try and keep,
Will I ever be with you,
Living in the reality of the frightful dream,
I wont strike your fear,
You made me a wolf among sheep,
A tale of a sad dream
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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