Romantic is the incurable dreamer, and who could judge him? The country in which he lives is the dream: all his sins are the ideals of an innocent love, where poetry becomes a work of art, born from the heart of the stellar temples.
aphorism by Camelia Oprița from The enigmas of the soul (2018), translated by Camelia Opriţa
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The romantic is an incurable dreamer; the country in which he lives is the dream. All the sins he commits are the ideals of an innocent love and yet he does not give up dreaming.
aphorism by Camelia Oprița (November 2007), translated by Camelia Oprița
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Dream On
(bayer sager / golde / mayoff)
I surround myself with superficial things
Somethin to toy with
They dont mean a thing
I got my share of secrets
A long time overdue
I got a world inside me
Id better keep on running to
I dream on
I dream on
A fantasy to guide me
And hope to see me through
I dream on
I dream on
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
Be a dreamer
If you wanna be a dreamer
Be a dreamer
Come on, baby, be a dreamer, be a dreamer, oh, oh
Now, my friends all say Im crazy
And Im blowing every chance
til until I hear your sweet, sweet music
Nothins gonna make me dance
cause Im a dreamer and my eyes give me away
Oh, theyre always sayin
All the things Id never say
I dream on
I dream on
A fantasy to guide me
And hope to see me through
I dream on
I dream on
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
Be a dreamer
If you wanna be a dreamer
(be a dreamer)
Come on, baby, be a dreamer, be a dreamer, oh
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
(be a dreamer)
If you wanna be a dreamer
(be a dreamer)
Come on, baby, be a dreamer, (be a dreamer), oh, oh
I believe in magic
And in wishes coming true
Somethin tells me, baby
That you believe it, too
I dream on
I dream on
A fantasy to guide me
And hope to see me through
I dream on
I dream on
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
(be a dreamer)
If you wanna be a dreamer
(be a dreamer)
Come on, baby, be a dreamer
(be a dreamer)
Ooh, hoo
If you wanna be a dreamer
Be a dreamer
Be a dreamer
Oh, yeah
Do you wanna?
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
Ah, ha, be a dreamer
Yeah, be a dreamer, oh, ho
Do you wanna be a dreamer?
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Im A Dreamer
i'm a dreamer,
I dream of the stars,
i dream about earth,
i dream of about being alone,
i dream and dream,
so i'm a dreamer,
i was born one and i'll die one,
this is my next dream,
being on the beach laying on the soft sand with my love,
on the cool sand and bright sun may we have a great dream,
it might go far but i might wake up during it...
poem by Richard Belis
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Dreamer
Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said dreamer, youre nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said far out, - what a day, a year, a laugh it is!
You know, - well you know you had it comin to you,
Now theres not a lot I can do
Dreamer, you stupid little dreamer;
So now you put your head in your hands, oh no!
I said far out, - what a day, a year, a laugh it is!
You know, - well you know you had it comin to you,
Now theres not a lot I can do.
Well work it out someday
If I could see something
You can see anything you want boy
If I could be someone-
You can be anyone, celebrate boy.
If I could do something-
Well you can do something,
If I could do anything-
Well can you do something out of this world?
Take a dream on a sunday
Take a life, take a holiday
Take a lie, take a dreamer
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream along...
Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said dreamer, youre nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
Oh no!
song performed by by Supertramp
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Where I Work
I work here,
Collecting sins of soulless souls.
Who had covered them from some sore skins
And their tongue naked,
I don’t know, why?
I work here,
In this weird game where I’m the judge
To judge between wrong and wrong.
For nothing I work in this dismal earth,
I don’t know, why?
I work here,
Where the bleaks and I live together,
But like oil in the water, I am
Where I cannot merge with them,
I don’t know, why?
I work where,
in dark mournful place!
I sign the pages of sins unknown
Making the puppets of liars
In the depth, a burning earth more than sun
Oh thou painful sins! I blame to thee
Another raging sun; all ‘cause of me
But I don’t know why?
poem by Ravin Sharma
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Dream On Dreamer
Dream on dreamer
There are no limitations
Dream on dreamer
Forget the world around you
Dream on dreamer
Go to where you want to be
Dream on dreamer
Make your dreams come true
Dream on dreamer
poem by Amy Darnbrook
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Beautiful Irish Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer who wake in the morn
Love and sweet passion, wait here with the dawn
Sounds of the morning, come with the day
Ill' kiss your sweet lips, here in the hay
Beautiful dreamer the Queen, for whom i do long
Lie in the soft sunlight, on this beautiful day
Soft is your heartbeat, that beat so strong
Beautiful dreamer, for whom i do long
Beautiful dreamer, who bathe in the sea
Like Mermaids sunbaking, on a rock made for thee
Over the water my love is born free
Beautiful dreamer girl of my song
Beautiful dreamer for whom i do long
Life is so sad now, now that your gone
Love has left us gone with the dawn
Beautiful dreamer, let me dream on
Beautiful dreamer, please wait for me
poem by Allan James Saywell
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Oh, Dreamer.
Oh, dreamer,
Dream of paradise
Away from pain and care,
Where people thrive and prosper
Without a ruffle of their hair.
Oh, dreamer,
Dream of happiness
For all who live upon our land
As they mingle with each other
While they give a helping hand.
Oh, dreamer,
Dream of love
The starting point of all,
In the many forms it appears
So mankind can all walk tall.
Oh, dreamer,
Dream of a miracle
To spread the whole world through,
So we all live in harmony
Then I`ll dream along with you.
poem by Heather P Wilson
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Shaking In Red (song)
Shaking in red, in red, in red
To the edge of the dream, of the dream
We can’t be separated
Already, every time when I’m stifled to death after I give up again and again
My emotions that have no place to go wake me up
Your flawless smile knows it’s an existence
So distant that it’s cruel
Even though the incurable wound only eats away at my heart
Even now I can’t completely hold back my thoughts (that dwell) (within) the darkness
Shaking in red, in red, in red
To the edge of the dream, of the dream
We met; destiny begins to turn
A secret that no one, no one knows about
I fall, I fall, I fall
I certainly can’t return anymore, even if I carve out my my sins
While I was walking in the abyss of loneliness, I was saved
By realistic eyes that never change
But a shadow born as the light is bright
Deeply and pronouncedly creeps up to me
The two heartbeats are exactly like mirrors facing each other
The (pains) are similar (but) different and continue infinitely
Burning in red, in red, in red
Erasing everything, everything
An unfulfilled illusion begins to move
Strongly, strongly
Overcoming, overcoming, overcoming the fleeting night
I certainly can’t escape, even if I drown in my sins
Shaking in red, in red, in red
To the edge of the dream, of the dream
We met; destiny begins to turn
A secret that no one, no one knows about
I fall, I fall, I fall
I certainly can’t return anymore, even if I carve out my my sins
(i wrote this song because i love the color red!)
poem by Annie Tuck
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A Dream Of Romantic Love!
Romantic love inspires potential interest to live in the world;
Enjoyment of love churns out joy and pleasure in long life
And the dream of romantic love never ceases desire to demise
Despite the burden to work hard to stabilise life in the world!
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything -
Sense of taste, sight, smell, hearing and touch common for all!
Nothing is known happening around except the object of love
And even day and night are forgotten during such pursuits deep!
All seem surmountable as in the adventures of Don Quixote;
What a dream world of romantic love romance immerses in!
Summer or Winter, or Autumn or Spring everything is one
To the eyes, mind and spirit when the heart is full of love ever!
A dream of romantic love makes everything easy as in paradise
Or in heaven where only enjoyment of variety is thought forever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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I believe that when you're in love you have to pour your heart and soul out to your partner... or why bother? So in that sense I'm an incurable romantic when it comes to men.
quote by Cameron Diaz
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Slaying The Dreamer [2008]
Sweet tulip graveyard of despair,
Lull the dreams I adore.
Dark lords seduce me in a glare
In worlds wielding unused lore.
Sweet tulip graveyard of despair,
Those meadows of heaven
Share the scent of a prayer
Slaying the romantic eleven.
Lull the dream I adore
For I am a lost maiden of poetic art.
Rotting along crimson shores,
Summoning thy slayer’s heart.
Dark lords seduce me in a glare
Leading astray to dreamer’s hideaway.
Receiving letters from faraway nightmares
Shall red suns enlighten the dreamer’s decay.
In worlds wielding unused lore
Our dreams remain romantic.
We live on forever more
In poetry within glyptic.
poem by Catherine Beahl
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Who Claims Right To Judge Lives Lived In A Hellish World?
On judgement day will come judgement of the Lord?
Who is God to judge human failings born in this world?
God who did not suffer temptation tribulations in this world?
Who can has earned the right to judge lives in a hellish world?
Did God send his only begotten son Jesus Christ into the world?
Was Jesus Christ born to take upon himself the sins of all mankind?
Did Christ feel the pains of every single person ever to be born?
Did Christ sweat blood from every pore under weight of all sin?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Wayward Heart
Who would love the wayward heart
Prone to being lost in a dream
Who would love the wayward heart
Who so neatly expresses such need
To be loved and nurtured
To feel as though it is the only one
Such is the longing of being alone
For what has been to long
Caught between trust and jealousy
The wayward heart is torn
Does it play to the romantic ideals
Or guard itself from harm
Who would love the wayward heart
And teach it to love again
To have the time and the patience
To understand its ways
Resolve to reap the rewards
Of helping the wayward heart
Finally find its way
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Cry of the Dreamer
I am tired of planning and toiling
In the crowded hives of men;
Heart-weary of building and spoiling,
And spoiling and building again.
And I long for the dear old river,
Where I dreamed my youth away;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.
I am sick of the showy seeming
Of a life that is half a lie;
Of the faces lined with scheming
In the throng that hurries by.
From the sleepless thoughts' endeavour,
I would go where the children play;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a thinker dies in a day.
I can feel no pride, but pity
For the burdens the rich endure;
There is nothing sweet in the city
But the patient lives of the poor.
Oh, the little hands too skillful,
And the child-mind choked with weeds!
The daughter's heart grown willful,
And the father's heart that bleeds!
No, no! from the street's rude bustle,
From the trophies of mart and stage,
I would fly to the woods' low rustle
And the meadows' kindly page.
Let me dream as of old by the river,
And be loved for the dream alway;
For a dreamer lives forever,
And a toiler dies in a day.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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The Dreamer
I am the dreamer
I choose the dream
I chase the dream
The dream do not chase the dreamer
But the dreamer follows the dream
For opportunities are not given
But they are made
Because the dream can fade
Everybody want success
But success knows the dreamer
I am the dreamer
poem by Matt Ancient
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Are You Really a True Romantic?
I wonder, where have all the True Romantics gone? ... there are, but few
still flowering... still spinning dreams, still weaving words of love so true.
For, when l read a book, or watch a movie... perhaps, read a line
or two of poetry... l know that, somewhere in there, l will find
some bitter, shadowy undertone... perhaps, to spice some ailing plot?
True feelings, it may well reflect...
but True Romantic? ...
l think not.
The True Romantic is a gentle soul... a Literary Unicorn,
existing in a Golden Land, from where the sweet, soft dreams are born;
all spun from strands of pure romance... this bright-eyed hope of love, so fair;
no shadows here, to spoil the magic woven from the heart, with care.
The Unicorn is, but a dream... in myth, beyond our sight... far lost;
but, lose the True Romantic... lose the dream;
is this, then worth the cost?
Perhaps, it is that we have wandered from the path, in modern days;
perhaps, it is not now correct... politically, to trace the ways
the great Romantics, down the ages weaved their bright and shining dreams,
yet, there was sadness... there was yearning in their works...
but, now.... it seems
that all emotions... good or bad, must be displayed... the darker side;
the negativity of love... when lost, betrayed...
or just, denied.
So, is this some analysis... some facet of psychology
the author feels a need to show?
for it is not quite poetry,
or writing in the manner of the True Romantic... can't they see
the True Romantic's dream just cannot mix with grim reality?
As different as chalk and cheese; a world apart... a different thing
from the tapestry of dreaming that the True Romantic spins.
It is certain, that this rhyme will ruffle feathers far and wide...
but, the words therein contain the truth... it cannot be denied.
When seeking out the True Romantic's world, so many paths unfold
a promise of this Golden Land; yet seven in ten are dead and cold;
leading nowhere, but, to broken hearts... and sweet dreams, cruelly blighted...
the True Romantics work must leave imaginations
quite delighted.
Perhaps the authors of today, beset by cultural platitudes;
the realists... the avant garde... the modernistic attitudes,
have somehow, lost their bright-eyed innocence...
the touchstone of Romance;
if, this is so; then sad to say... they really do not stand a chance
of ever really dreaming Golden dreams... as True Romantics do...
Will the tiny flame still flicker in the dark?
l do hope so.
poem by Dream Weaver
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Dream with Me
I love to dream with you
….With you I love to dream
Now believe it or forsake it
The nightmare's nowhere to scream
Dream! My love Dream together
Together we dream in mind
The forbidden thoughts or weary heart
Nowhere could ever we find
Dream on Dreamer dream with me
With you I am on my wings
Fluttering desires to float or soar
Censure the Hellish flings
Let us dream in one way forever
Forever we swell our ‘heart'
With the smokeless love or vaporous emotion
We promise to be alert.
Written on the 3rd March,2010.
poem by Munia Khan
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Dreamer
Gazing through the window at the world outside
Wondering will mother earth survive
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her sometime
After all there's only just the two of us
And here we are still fighting for our lives
Watching all of history repeat itself
Time after time
I'm just a dreamer
I dream my life away
I'm just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
I watch the sun go down like everyone of us
I'm hoping that the dawn will bring a sign
A better place for those Who will come after us ...
This time
I'm just a dreamer
I dream my life away oh yeah
I'm just a dreamer
Who dreams of better days
Your higher power may be God or Jesus Christ
It doesn't really matter much to me
Without each others help there ain't no hope for us
I'm living in a dream of fantasy
Oh yeah
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne from Down To Earth
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The Sleeper
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
And Dreamer men take flight in haze;
For while one wastes their precious time,
The other makes most of their days.
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
While Romantic laughs and cries;
For the first shall miss their life,
The other feel until he dies.
Let Sleeper do as Sleeper does
For Sleeper still can dream;
Dream of a more romantic time,
Be three, but yet one seem.
poem by Liam O'Brien
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