To One In A Garden
If I were other than, alas, I am,
A soul in strife, whom banded foemen vex,
If toil were folly and good deeds a sham,
And hydra wrong had shed its serpent necks,
And life's dark problems could no more perplex,
How sweet it were, forgotten of all blame,
In that far garden which your summer decks
To dream with you that grief was but a name.
--Ay, dream! For waking which of us were wise
To spell grief's epitaph? Some tears must be
Even in the herald hour of your sunrise.
And in the night? Ah, child, what misery,
Think you, awaits us when life's flood--gates strain
To the full deluge of the descending rain?
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Waking dream
Ooh waking dream ooh waking dream
That causes all my agony
I heave with anguish meshed with misery
For your departure like the rapture
Has taken any hope for a blissful eternity
Ooh waking dream ooh waking dream
Pawn has made its move to take the queen
A lonely king to make seven moves
To escape with pride and not to loose
Waking dream that fades away
Like a beautiful sunset that ends a day
Usher darkness into my life
With madness is how I cope at nights
Hide any weakness in murkiness
Having every answer and still I guess
Ooh waking dream ooh waking dream
Your a reflection of a dying memory
poem by Raymond Valadez
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A Dream Away
A dream away
Five in the mornin, all alone in your room
Door locked tight, private moon
No faces to face, no one to blame
Nonexistent inside this frame
(? ) take it on the run
Oo, yeah take it on the run
Uh yeah
Theres a cheetah walkin high
Liquid whispers, dragonfly
Charleston booties on painted toes
Drop the knot ivory soul
(? ) take it on the run
Oo yeah, take it on the run
Oo yeah, take it on the run
Because the good life is just a dream away
I said the good life is just a dream awaaaay
Choke emotion, all lose control
Chicken encounters fill your bowls
The lonely crowd is decomposed
Lost obsession, future froze
Well, take it on the run
Oo yeah, take it on the run
Oo yeah, take it on the run
Take it on the run
Take it on the run
Take it on the run
Take it
Cause the good life is just a dream away
Yeah, oo the good good life is just a dream away
Oo, oh well the good good good good life is just a dream away
Just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream away
(? ) the good good good good life
The good life is just a dream away
Just a dream
Just a dream
Dream away
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song performed by by Cars
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My Lullaby (Song)
Close your eyes
Go to sleep.
Find your soul
In arms I'll keep
Dream you Little dark Dream
In your eyes
There's a glow
See your dreams
Now you know
Dream you Little dark Dreams
See your dreams
Come alive
Watch them dance
Through your eyes
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Coming now into eternal
Slumber, Sleep your Life's infernal
Lies called dreams within our sorrow
Never waking for tomorrow
Bow your head
Lay on down
Wipe your tears
Do not frown
Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream
Dream you Little dark Dreams
Tonight.
poem by Sans Serif
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Untamed Grief
What comes out of grief dissected, I ask
When it’s mutualised for its pain to mask
Does it settle down like blown dust?
Or disappear like sun rays at dusk
What transcends from grief suppressed?
Does it fly away like a raven?
Or it stealthily searches for another haven
In the subconscious of the beholder
What proceeds from grief deferred?
Does it abscond like the morning dew?
Or it keeps on gnawing like a tumour
And denying a soul of all humour
What incarnates from grief embellished?
Does it pierce like a sword?
Or it exterminates softly without a word
Grief is the reality of life
But shouldn’t eternally blanket a soul with strife
And though every life is garlanded with petals of grief
The stint of its tears ought to be brief
So the taste of living can always be rife!
poem by Valerian Mwenda
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A Voice From the Dungeon
I'm buried now; I've done with life;
I've done with hate, revenge and strife;
I've done with joy, and hope and love
And all the bustling world above.
Long have I dwelt forgotten here
In pining woe and dull despair;
This place of solitude and gloom
Must be my dungeon and my tomb.
No hope, no pleasure can I find:
I am grown weary of my mind;
Often in balmy sleep I try
To gain a rest from misery,
And in one hour of calm repose
To find a respite from my woes,
But dreamless sleep is not for me
And I am still in misery.
I dream of liberty, 'tis true,
But then I dream of sorrow too,
Of blood and guilt and horrid woes,
Of tortured friends and happy foes;
I dream about the world, but then
I dream of fiends instead of men;
Each smiling hope so quickly fades
And such a lurid gloom pervades
That world - that when I wake and see
Those dreary phantoms fade and flee,
Even in my dungeon I can smile,
And taste of joy a little while.
And yet it is not always so;
I dreamt a little while ago
That all was as it used to be:
A fresh free wind passed over me;
It was a pleasant summer's day,
The sun shone forth with cheering ray,
Methought a little lovely child
Looked up into my face and smiled.
My heart was full, I wept for joy,
It was my own, my darling boy;
I clasped him to my breast and he
Kissed me and laughed in childish glee.
Just them I heard in whisper sweet
A well known voice my name repeat.
His father stood before my eyes;
I gazed at him in mute surprise,
I thought he smiled and spoke to me,
But still in silent ecstasy
I gazed at him; I could not speak;
I uttered one long piercing shriek.
Alas! Alas! That cursed scream
Aroused me from my heavenly dream;
I looked around in wild despair,
I called them, but they were not there;
The father and the child are gone,
And I must live and die alone.
poem by Anne Brontë
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Dreams
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Lying In Grass
Is this everything now, the quick delusions of flowers,
And the down colors of the bright summer meadow,
The soft blue spread of heaven, the bees' song,
Is this everything only a god's
Groaning dream,
The cry of unconscious powers for deliverance?
The distant line of the mountain,
That beautifully and courageously rests in the blue,
Is this too only a convulsion,
Only the wild strain of fermenting nature,
Only grief, only agony, only meaningless fumbling,
Never resting, never a blessed movement?
No! Leave me alone, you impure dream
Of the world in suffering!
The dance of tiny insects cradles you in an evening radiance,
The bird's cry cradles you,
A breath of wind cools my forehead
With consolation.
Leave me alone, you unendurably old human grief!
Let it all be pain.
Let it all be suffering, let it be wretched-
But not this one sweet hour in the summer,
And not the fragrance of the red clover,
And not the deep tender pleasure
In my soul.
Translated by James Wright
Submitted by Holt
poem by Hermann Hesse
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Life Is Just a Dream
Life is just a dream
We dream of beautiful
Things.
Like roses and crystal
Springs.
Life is just a dream
Filled with love and
Heartaches..
Life is just a dream
Of beautiful places
And things..
Life is just a dream
Like the beauty of the
Night,
With stars hanging
Like strings,
Twinkling in the night..
Life is just a dream
With love coming
Atcha like a magnet
To slip away like
As thief in the night.
Life is just a dream
Filled with laughter
And woes.
Life is just a dream
Filled With riches of the
World..
Too tears and regrats.
Life is just a dream
Filled happiness and
Sadness..
Life is just a dream
Like rain on a rainy
Day..
poem by Carolyn Sears
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Grief-Song
New grief, new tears;-
Brief the reign of sorrow;
Clouds that gather with the night
Scatter on the morrow.
Old grief, old tears;-
Come and gone together;
Not a fleck upon the sky
Telling whence or whither.
Old grief, new tears;-
Deep to deep is calling:
Life is but a passing cloud
Whence the rain is falling.
poem by John Bannister Tabb
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If You Can Dream
If you can dream,
Why don’t you dream
For a good family
Who can stay with us
In our peaceful home.
If you can dream,
Why don’t you dream
For a sweet song
Which fills in every one’s heart
The joy to share with people.
If you can dream,
Why don’t you dream
For the innocent creatures
They can get their world
To play in a melodious tune.
If you can dream,
Why don’t you dream
For the flowers
Which can spread all the hues
In poor’s eye.
If you can dream,
Why don’t you dream
For quiet moments
In which everybody can live
Peacefully to weave
A kind of bond among us.
If you can dream,
Why don’t you dream
For doing all the good deeds
Through which you can
Get the perfect rest.
If you can dream,
Why don’t you dream
For believing in maker
Who is holding our hand
In each and every moment.
If you can dream,
Why don’t you dream
For sacrificing your life
For those whose eyes
Searching you for help.
poem by Cheyanne Whien
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Ode to Grief
Pain, sorrow, unsatisfaction
the sweet life of misery
many people endure this life
while others watch in harmony
grief can sometimes be healthy
for those who seek perfection
but is can also be a dangerous matter
when fallen into the wrong hands
so live your life at your fullest extent
and don't be afraid of grief
poem by Zia Jaycee May Trent
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Grief Promise Me To Leave ' Part 2
“”After three months of lying and illusions””
GRIEF PROMISE ME TO LEAVE ' PART 2’
My heart: come back to me grief
My grief: I’m not grief any more I developed to MISERY
My heart: whatever just come?
My misery: I’m coming my friend
My heart: you were right
My misery: as I told you before but you won't believe me
My heart: I believe in you now
My misery with a 'happy tone': tell me what's happened
My heart: what should I tell you! ? I’m stupid.... I’m foolish
My misery: I agree cause every one think in his heart he is big idiot and you are idiot
My heart: she destroyed my soul
My misery: like always
My heart: I don't want that any more
My misery: what do you want?
My heart: I wanna death
My misery: not in your hand, it's our life happiness & sadness
My heart: but my life always painful, what should I do, may I blame the fate or what?
My misery: no, blame your self? You were so nice toy in other hands you are idiot, so blame yourself.
My heart: she lied to me, she gave me hope, life and happiness in months and toke it from me in a little moments.
My misery: that's because of your kindness, and there is no place for you in this world.
My heart: you are the only one who can understand me well.
My misery: I know that cause we borne together.
'My misery thinking'
My misery: you shouldn't keep moving in your life
My heart: I know! ?
My heart: I just wanna the honest from her not anything else
My misery: you won't get it
My heart: she thought me a little nice toy in her hands
My misery: with all my regret, you were and you will still always
‘My heart thinking about ending his misery’
‘My heart saw a knife near from him, he carry it to suicide and end his cruel life’
My misery ' with happy voice ': what you doing?
My heart: I can't be idiot anymore, cause I believed in something silly doesn’t existed ' love '.
My misery: you are right.
My heart: I’m sorry for keeping you away from me.
My misery: its ok, as I told you before, something from me will still inside you.
My heart: you are my faithful friend.
My misery: we had borne together.
‘My heart I s going to suicide now’
My misery: any last words?
my heart: before I leave this life forever I want you promise me that you will never go to live in her heart ever, cause she make me live in the most beautiful illusion I’ve seen.
My misery: do you know that you are stupid?
My heart: I know cause she kept telling me this word.
My misery: ok I promise you but you have to end your life now
My heart: ok i will
‘When my heart tried to stick the knife in his heart’
‘The 'happiness whisper' came to him in hurry again but she barely breathing’
Happiness whisper: what you doing? Are you crazy?
My heart: yes I’m crazy cause I loved someone in crazy way but, she failed me, and the misery controlling me forever.
My misery: let him rest of his cruel life.
‘Happiness whisper trying to convince misery to make him not killing him self’
My heart: it's too late, that's my choice.
‘Happiness whisper started to vanish’
Happiness whisper: you don't deserve that, you are good heart
My heart: forgive me I’m not belonged to this world
‘The happiness whisper start crying and after a while she vanished’
‘My misery was standing and waiting’
My heart: goodbye and don't forget what you promised me don't forget
my heart stick the knife in the center and he begin bleeding to death, his tears freeze on his eyeball, he begin trembling, his color turned from the puce to the dark blue, and then he is died.
The misery: it was his end but, it was the beginning for other broken hearts so be careful cause I’m coming.........
poem by Damn Angel
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I dream..
I dream of floating away on a cloud
I dream of catching a falling star
I dream of my prince charming
I dream of how I'll save him from the dragon
I dream of cows on the moon
And pink grass
I dream of old ladies knitting socks
I dream the twelve Olympians are real
I dream I'll meet them someday
I dream of vast sugar cane fields
I dream of a bed of roses
And how prickly that must be
I dream of firefly friends
I dream of a lighting bug show
I dream of riding a striped horse down the aisle
I dream of hot air balloons
I dream of polar bears
And penguins
I dream of snow
I dream of rain
I dream of summer
I dream of fall
I dream of day
And night
I dream of the moon
I dream of stars
I dream of going to Mars
I dream of how I'll be queen of the Martians
I dream of how I'll love my subjects
And people always said I belonged on another planet
I dream of love
I dream of faith
I dream of hope
I dream of culture
I dream of life
And I dream sweet dreams
poem by Sai Srujana
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Colder In The Rain
Feeling confused about the things that i have seen
Nothing seems to be real everything's a dream
Which causes me to question
What life really means
This is our world
Can't take no more
I'm breaking, help me
Tell me where to go
In time i'm gonna find my own sweet way
My tears will dry
I don't know why
It's getting colder in the rain
But the summertime
Got left behind
And there's no one else to blame
Sitting here thinking about the place we're going to
Not knowing where or what might happen if we both flew
Even though I know i've made mistakes
I will learn from every one
This is awful
Can't take no more
I'm breaking, help me
Tell me where to go
In time i'm gonna find my own sweet way
My tears will dry
I don't know why
It's getting colder in the rain
But the summertime
Got left behind
And there's no one else to blame
My tears will dry (Tears will dry)
I don't know why
It's getting colder in the rain (Colder in the rain)
But the summertime
Got left behind
And there's no one else to blame (Yeah)
And there's no one else to blame........
My tears will dry (My tears will dry)
I don't know why
It's getting colder in the rain (Colder in the rain)
But the summertime (Summertime)
Got left behind
And there's no one else to blame
(No one else to blame)
My tears will dry (my tears will dry)
I don't know why (I don't know why)
It's getting colder in the rain (Colder in the rain)
But the summertime (Summertime)
Got left behind (Got left behind)
And there's no one else to blame
(There's no one else to blame)
My tears will dry (yeah)
I don't know why (I don't know)
It's getting colder in the rain (Colder in the rain)
But the summertime (Summertime)
Got left behind (Got left behind)
And there's no one else to blame (Ooh-ooh)
song performed by by Sugababes
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Inside of me, all I know
Inside of me, all I know
Is life a moral life obscure
Full of grief, pervading woe
Difficulties to fuel mine soul demure
My life veiled by mine own eye
Ornamented by mine sensitive flesh
Life I know I may someday die
With death doth life enmesh?
Searching deeper in life's abyss
Falling into its dark, most deepest wisdom
I close my lips and like a lover kiss
God and his secret kingdom.
Unknown, to know, to dream in sleep
I awake from a moment, my dream I keep.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Summer`s Rain
Summer rain
From the early hours onto this rain
Summer still awaits to the shower
Sun when rises by the hope of the day
weather of innocence still assails the cry
hoping the smiles of the lilac
across the summer’s rain of fear
sorrow yet allays to the sea.
thirst of night seemingly deep by the dream
let me close my eyes imbecile
for this moment to dream faster
as the night yet sleeps when assuaged
into the depth yet not accomplished
poem by Dr subhendu kar
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A Confer With Life
One day life asked me
What I was doing in this world
If not to love or to pass on strength
Then why, o son of Adam, you live?
Waking up from a vague dream
I looked upon life and answered
I am here to have fun all day long
And to attain my dream, to gain success
With a giggle and a chuckle
Life sniggered and asked
If to attain your dream, why you sleep
Rouse, o son of Adam, rouse
Agitated from my sweet sleep
I glared at life and said
To dream, I fall into a long serene sleep
And then I dream, I dream, I dream
Shocked or not, life looked alarmed at me
To dream, you sleep, I know
But to achieve you dream, wake up my boy
The outside sun awaits you
That day, life taught me a lesson
To achieve success, O son’s of Adam
Wake up from your dreams
DECEMBER 23,2008
poem by Sania Harris
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Soul Within A Dream (Dream Within a Soul)
Near the sea,
I filled the earth with fan leaf tree
To give chirping robins a clasp, and hide
Late the day, one enjoys the ebbs of tide
Someday, one could tell what nature be
a dream that stays with me
All worries, pressure of the day subside
The future of the unborn child
Under which a soul could rest
From crux, a tortured crest
This place hath done whats fair
Epitaph of my sweet ember's care
Dream is noble for the soul
Whose soul dream not
Faint -hearted dream it is without soul
and soul it is that dream, if by dream is soul we ennoble
I dream and filled the earth today
Hoped that dream would always stay
The time will I expire and rest on the ground
My dream will grow, stand, and live this land
poem by Kristoffer Randolf Ramos
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A Star In The East
FOR THE ART EXHIBITION AT ST. JUDE'S, WHITECHAPEL
LIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright,
Through prison stones; or like one perfect song
Heard in a dream on one remembered night,
When waking worlds were dumb with grief and wrong;
Like the one kiss that links--first kiss and last--
The inevitable future spent apart
With the immutable divided past:
So in the east shines out this star of Art.
The narrow-shouldered, pale-faced girl and boy
Nestle against Art's new-found, love-warm breast,
And feel vague stirrings of a far-off joy,
Which life has never for themselves possessed,
And dimly guess at wonders hardly known--
Even as dreams--and weep glad tears to see
A loveliness that is at once life's own,
And yet is something life can never be.
Not worse will work the flying busy hand
Because the soul has drunk a cup of pleasure,
Has picked up on its leaden-coloured strand
Some little jewel of Art's splendid treasure,
Nor will less work be done because men see
That work is not the only thing in life,
Because they have been glad at heart and free
A little space 'mid sorrow, sin, and strife.
And this sweet draught may banish men's content?
For this we pray and strive--not all in vain--
That men may reach such heights of discontent
As never to fall back to peace again
Where no peace is--nor rest from strife and prayers,
But tread firm-footed up the thorny way,
Till all that spring of art and joy is theirs
Whereof they taste so small a draught to-day.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Witch Child
This is a story of anger and pain;
Of inner storms with tears like rain;
Of hunger for love, and thirst for revenge;
Of lost hope, and a life of constant change.
There once was a child who had a great life,
Never knew sadness and never knew strife.
Until one day an old witch came a'knocking,
With dark eyes full of hatred and mocking,
And a mind with the cruellest intentions.
She ruined the child without hesitation:
She took away what the child loved the most.
All that the child had left was a ghost -
A ghost of an old faded memory,
And a heart full of pain and misery.
Innocence turned into monstrosity,
The child's pain turned into atrocity.
Soon the child was no longer a child,
But a vile creature, angry and riled.
poem by Maria Kirakosian
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