A Blinding Beauty
Stay still so I can admire your portraits
You gazed at me like an angel who will never wake up
Your eyes are blurred with messages and regrets
And your wet lips are warm, pumped up
Delicious and sweet.
Look at me again; I will not touch you
However, I will visualize your hair all over my thighs
And my eyes drowning in a world of fantasy
Your eyelids are extraordinary and smooth
And me momentarily in ecstasy.
The kisses that I want to lay on your cheeks
The irresistible melodies that I hear
You and me lying on the ashes here
Like two brutally murdered drunkards.
Your tongue is decorated with strawberries at springtime
Oh! Cupid, women are always colored
Like the folios that faded away with time
Oh! You are exquisite and well painted.
Let me dream, do not wake me up
Let me sleep in my imagination
Let me die in your seductive illumination
You are very chic in my dreams, you are my passion.
You are gentler than a rose
So sweet that you've become a pretty thing
The phantom that was staring
At me after the evening of debauch.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Mary Bateman
My love she wears a cotton plaid,
A bonnet of the straw;
Her cheeks are leaves of roses spread,
Her lips are like the haw.
In truth she is as sweet a maid
As true love ever saw.
Her curls are ever in my eyes,
As nets by Cupid flung;
Her voice will oft my sleep surprise,
More sweet then ballad sung.
O Mary Bateman's curling hair!
I wake, and there is nothing there.
I wake, and fall asleep again,
The same delights in visions rise;
There's nothing can appear more plain
Than those rose cheeks and those bright eyes.
I wake again, and all alone
Sits Darkness on his ebon throne.
All silent runs the silver Trent,
The cobweb veils are all wet through,
A silver bead's on every bent,
On every leaf a bleb of dew.
I sighed, the moon it shone so clear;
Was Mary Bateman walking here?
poem by John Clare
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Dawn
O tender first cold flush of rose,
O budded dawn, wake dreamily ;
Your dim lips as your lids unclose
Murmur your own sad threnody.
0 as the soft and frail lights break
Upon your eyelids, and your eyes
Wider and wider grow and wake,
The old pale glory dies.
And then, as sleep lies down to sleep
And all her dreams lie somewhere dead,
The iron shepherd leads his sheep
To pastures parched whose green is shed.
Still, 0 frail dawn, still in your hair
And your cold eyes and sad sweet lips,
The ghosts of all the dreams are them,
To fade like passing ships.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Afraid To Sleep
The night is still the wind is chilled
I hear the rain falling on my window pane
Cant close my eyes, afraid to sleep
Cause when I do I would only dream of you
Im trying to forget that we ever met
But how can I forget and dream of you?
Afraid to sleep because Id dream of you
Afraid to sleep because Id wake up feeling blue
If I stay awake forever,wed never be together
So Ill close my eyes and go ahead and dream
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams
Sweer dreams....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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A Lover's Verse
A sylph is passing my threshold stair,
Drifting her fragrance through the vine,
Promising dreams of a never-could-be
From the loss and the lapse of a former time.
She finds me adrift in a restless sleep
Alone at the reins of a phantom hearse,
She plants a kiss upon either cheek
'A gift, ' she says, 'from the universe.'
I try to wake, but she hushes me
And lays my hand on her silken thigh,
'Your words have won you a sweet respite
From the pains of the death in life, ' she sighs.
'I come to you from the Lords of Life
To offer you more than you thought enough.'
My lips are restless and seek her breasts
As she sips from my silver stirrup cup.
Her eyes are stars that the gods designed,
Her hair like straw as it brushes my cheek,
Her lips are strawberries, doused in wine
That I sip and kiss as she tries to speak.
'Why would you come to an old man's lair
To tease and taunt with your faultless skin,
An age has passed since I felt desire
But you stoke the coals of a cold come-in.'
'You tear my memory at the core
Where youth and beauty have always supped,
But life is cruel, for age's store
Holds only the empty stirrup cups.'
She strokes my cheek, she kisses my brow,
She places my hand between her thighs,
'The rose that blooms at your fingertips
Is the gift of the ages, ' she replies.
I wake at last in an empty room,
The bottle is dry, I sit and curse,
But then I smile in the gathering gloom
For the joy of the rose in a lover's verse.
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Every Time I Open My Eyes
Night or day
I dream of you
Dream of spending time with you too
Dream we decided to fall in love and that you'd always stay
Sometimes it makes me want to sleep all the time
What's the point of being awake
When during my dreams is when I'm happy
Because during my dreams you're here with me
I'll try to sleep for your sake
We've had the best times together these past three weeks
Even though I haven't seen you in awhile
Every night I go to sleep with a smile
But every morning, every time I wake up
I feel the depression, someone take this cup
Because every time I open my eyes I'm still alone
No matter how sweet the dream, it ends
No matter how much love my heart sends
The dreams they end and when I open my eyes I'm empty
When I open my eyes I'm still alone, I'm still me.... just me
I almost don't want to dream for fear of harsh reality
I know it's selfish of me
To want to dream all day and then not because it hurts my feelings
I wish I could just tape up my heart with sealings
And not let anyone is because all I dream of is true love
And all I can think when I wake up is: I'm completely alone
I'm unloved
I can't write poetry, and I can't rhyme
I have no skill, and I have no true love
EVERY SINGLE TIME MY EYES ARE OPEN!
I'm just alone even when I close my eyes to cry, the second they open tears
Come again, because I'm still alone...
It's gotten to the point where I can barely cry I've drowned in my emotion
I almost wish for death again, anything to end this loneliness
Why do I seek love so ardently when I have nothing left to give of me...
Maybe that's why when I open my eyes I may be a young boy
But I feel like
'An old man, filled with regrets, waiting to die alone.'
poem by David Knox
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Don't Wake Me Up
Don't wake me up
I'm dreaming of you
Your skin
Your kiss
Your touch
Your laugh
Don't wake me up
I feel your skin
I smell your hair
I taste your lips
I see your eyes
I hear your laugh
Don't wake me up
Lest I forget
You never know
What if?
What if I forget
And it never happened
And you cease to exist to me
And it seems never to have happened
Please leave a reminder
So I never forget
Don't wake me up
Or I might break
I might fall apart
I might lose you
I might fail
I might forget
What then?
There's nothing left
So don't wake me up
Because you are all that I have
Your skin
Your lips
Your smell
Your touch
Your laugh
Your hair
Your eyes
So don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Because I need you
And without you
There is nothing to wake up to
Don't wake me up
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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Forbidden Fruit
He presses it to his lips,
Bares his teeth,
And nips at the flesh.
Sweet liquid escapes his lips
And races with his tongue
From the corner
Of his mouth.
He catches the nectarous droplet
And draws it back inside.
Oh my!
How I long for a taste!
To touch his delicious lips with mine.
To fold my tongue through
The warm sweetness of him
Again...again and again.
Ohhhh to hear my name groaned
Through his baritone voice
As my body sings his song.
His eyes....his beautiful eyes are....
Uh oh! !
He sees me!
I feel crimson warmth spread
Across my face
And wonder..
How long have I been staring at him?
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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To His Sleeping Mistress
Oh, fair sweet face! oh, eyes, celestial bright,
Twin stars in heaven, that now adorn the night!
Oh, fruitful lips, where cherries ever grow,
And damask cheeks, where all sweet beauties blow!
Oh, thou, from head to foot divinely fair!
Cupid's most cunning net's made of that hair;
And, as he weaves himself for curious eyes,
'Oh me, oh me, I'm caught myself!' he cries:
Sweet rest about thee, sweet and golden sleep,
Soft peaceful thoughts, your hourly watches keep,
Whilst I in wonder sing this sacrifice,
To beauty sacred, and those angel eyes!
poem by John Fletcher
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Summer Dream
As I sleep under the summer sun I dream of a maiden of beauty
I see the wind in her hair like that of wind moving the summer grass in a field
I see her eyes that sparkle like that of sun gleaming off the lake on a summer day
I see her warm face like that of a summer white rose, soft and beautiful to the touch
I see her lips sweet and red like the berries on the summer vine
Then as I wake I see your beautiful face and know you are my dream
8-19-09
poem by Timothy Honeycutt
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Letter To A Dream Named Anna
My dear sweet Anna,
You are like a dream come true, but I fear that you are just a dream. A dream I had one night so long ago. How I wish that you were real to me for I could devote the rest of my life with a woman like you. If I had the world I would lay it at your feet. A woman as beautiful as your self can only be a dream. All my waking hours I dream of a lovely lady like you.
I would fly you away to my arms if I could. I have not the means to do such a thing so you remain a dream. A dream I wished I could have, but I have to face reality each day knowing you are so far away. I am hunted by your spell over me. You are a dream that I wish never to wake from. For if I were to pass away in my dream, I would die a happy man knowing an angel loved me once.
To hold and kiss you would be heaven divine. Your lips are perfect and sensuous. Your eyes are warm and welcoming. Your face men would die for. Your hair is so perfect and neat. You are so sultry and sexy only to be found in a dream. What else could any man ask for? I am but a mere mortal touched by an angel for you are like a wisp of the wind. You can be felt but never touched.
You are too lovely to be a lone. Any man that would pass you up is a fool. How I have prayed and wish you were real. How I wish you were that dream that came true. How I wish that when I wake from my dream I saw your lovely face looking back at me for then I would know that I have truly died and went to heaven. I would know that all my prayers are now answered. O’ what a lovely day that would be, but you are just a dream and I am awake now.
dreams
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Sweet Dreams My Angel
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
Don't fret my angel you are safe in God's arms
He will take care of you
And will always be with you
Mortal dreams of riches, but my angel
You are rich for eternal life
So sleep now angel you are full of love and beauty
We will all be with you soon
Sweet dreams my angel
When you wake up you'll know that
Your dreams have come true
poem by Angie Watson
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I Want To Wake Up
I heard what you said, and I can tell you its true
I heard youve said that I am crazy about you
Turn in my sleep, the bad dream is over
Think of you and shall I ever recover?
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
I stood at the kitchen-sink, my radio played
Songs like tainted love and love is strange
As I listened and the words hit my ears
I cried sudden tears
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
Wake up
(wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
(its mad, its mad, its mad)
Its mad, to be in love with someone else
When youre in love with him, shes in love with me
But you know as well as I do
I can never think of anyone but you
(all my life,
All my life
I want to wake up)
Play with fire, play with guns
Its easy to impress someone
Turning in my sleep, you call me a fool
To fall in love, is it so uncool?
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
Now, I want to wake up
Wake up
(wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
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I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up, with you, oh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh - oooh)
I, I want to wake up, with you, oh, ooh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh) I want to wake up, wake up, wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up, wake up, wake up with you
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh) I want to wake up, ooh, ooh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
Ooh
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Watching Her Sleep
He loves to watch her sleep.
Likes to hear her breathe in
And out; see her breasts rise
And fall like sleeping giants.
He likes how she exudes a
Sense of peacefulness as if
Angels touched her brow and
Breathed a deeper love somehow.
He loves how her red lips move
In silent conversation, how now
And then her tongue brushes her
Lower lip with moisture of saliva.
Should he wake her from deep sleep?
Ought he to kiss her lips and bring
Her from sleep’s warm hold? Should
He touch her limbs with lust to life?
No, no, don’t wake her from her sleep,
Too dangerous; for although he is her
Lover, she’s his busy boss’s pretty wife.
poem by Terry Collett
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Dream Maker
My dream maker
Most vivid dreams
My dream creator
Is it what is seems?
Placing my head on the pillow
For a heavenly night
Illumination sheer
Like an Angel in the light
Apearing in the unconscious
Only to wake my eyes
As the combination of hues
Slowly start to die
Looking around me for my dream creator
Realizing they have disappeared from sight
Closing my eyes tightly and wishing with all my might
That my dream creator
Isn't what is seems
Not a sheer illumination
Nor a combination of hue
Instead of my dream creator
Please be my dream come true.
poem by Hannah Owens
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Nocturne
The nocturne of my dream is here.
I hear it in my sleep.
It's such a thing of beauty.
It makes me want to weep.
But no one cries when they are dreaming.
They wake up with dry eyes.
And the nocturne that's nocturnal
is gone as I arise.
Oh sweet nighttime melody
your memory fades away.
It's only for my sleepy nights,
not for the wake of day.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Festival of Diana
The exquisite evening
Draped in moonlight
Was perfect
For the festival of Diana.
She brought me wine
As the revelers sang
By the ecstatically laughing riverside.
On balconies,
Barely-clad girls
Danced to flicking candlelight
In bold aesthetic innocence.
There were offerings of sweet fruit
And fragrant flowers,
The girl I loved the most,
Her lips were tender
And her hair was wet
Caressing her shoulders
And inviting kisses.
I was in the hunt,
My prey, a woman’s eyes,
Mystical and alluring,
I was following them
Like an astrologer follows
Auspicious stars
Down along the seductive beach.
By the bon fire,
She asked me,
What was I staring at?
What was it I wanted?
What was it I needed?
I swam in those eyes
And smiled in her magical presence,
But this wasn’t the night to claim a goddess,
But I placed an amulet in her hand
And told her one day
I would have an answer for every question.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Desert Rose
Words and music by sting
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire
This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothings as it seems
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love
song performed by by Sting
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Angel
Cant go to sleep without you
Starring in my dreams
I cant get you out of my head
I close my eyes, youre always there
I lock the door
But youre comin up the stairs
Cant stay awake
I know I have to try
What will it take to stop you
Walking in my sleep
How can I break
The hold you have on me
Angel will you never
Ever set me free
Oh angel, I cant stop you
Dancing on my bed
Youre an angel and
I cant get you out of my head
Angel, I cant stop you
Walking in my sleep
Youre an angel and I cant
Stop you starring in my dreams
How come youre givin me
These technicolour dreams
How can I get you out of my head
I close my eyes, youre always there
How can I get you out of my bed
I lie awake, all I see is you
Im going crazy, what can I do
Switch off the light
Then you start to call
I lock the door
Now youre coming through the wall
Angel, I cant stop you
Dancing on my bed
Youre an angel and
I cant get you out of my head
Sweet angel, I cant stop you
Walking in my sleep
Youre an angel and I cant
Stop you starring in my dreams
I cant stay awake much longer
This feelings getting stronger
You must be an angel
cause I cant stop you
Dancing on my bed
Youre an angel and
I cant get you out of my head
Angel, I cant stop you
Walking in my sleep
Youre an angel and I cant
Stop you starring in my dreams
Sweet angel, I cant stop you
Dancing on my bed
Youre an angel and
I cant get you out of my head
Angel, I cant stop you
Walking in my sleep
Youre an angel and I cant
Stop you starring in my dreams
Sweet little angel eyes
Youre angle, angel
Sweet little angel ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Sonnet-A New Year's Sonnet
Wake up; Wake up, for a New Year is born!
Spring-time has come and the Oak has acorn;
Wake up; Wake up, for the sweet songs of Birds;
They twitter and chatter, flying in hordes.
Wake up; Wake up, for the meadow is green;
The landscape is so bright, lively, serene;
Wake up; Wake up, for the tall grass in dance,
To the tune of the Wind, marching perchance.
Wake up; Wake up, for the gorgeous flowers,
Have blossom'd after the Spring-time showers;
Wake up; Wake up, for the Sun has come out;
’Tis warm day indeed for running about.
Wake up; Wake up, for the weather is fine;
’Tis time you made peace with neighbours with wine
poem by John Celes
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To A Sleeping Child
I
Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep,—
A tender infant with its curtain'd eye,
Breathing as it would neither live nor die
With that unchanging countenance of sleep!
As if its silent dream, serene and deep,
Had lined its slumber with a still blue sky
So that the passive cheeks unconscious lie
With no more life than roses—just to keep
The blushes warm, and the mild, odorous breath.
O blossom boy! so calm is thy repose.
So sweet a compromise of life and death,
'Tis pity those fair buds should e'er unclose
For memory to stain their inward leaf,
Tinging thy dreams with unacquainted grief.
II
Thine eyelids slept so beauteously, I deem'd
No eyes could wake so beautiful as they:
Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay,
I loved their peacefulness, nor ever dream'd
Of dimples:—for those parted lips so seem'd,
I never thought a smile could sweetlier play,
Nor that so graceful life could chase away
Thy graceful death,—till those blue eyes upbeam'd.
Now slumber lies in dimpled eddies drown'd
And roses bloom more rosily for joy,
And odorous silence ripens into sound,
And fingers move to sound.—All-beauteous boy!
How thou dost waken into smiles, and prove,
If not more lovely thou art more like Love!
poem by Thomas Hood
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