Poems about Dreams – 15 Famous Poems that Will Inspire You
There are mainly two kinds of dreams, and they comprise dreams that arrive when you’re asleep and those that come as a surprise when you’re awake.
The question you should be asking is “What is the connection between the two types?” Actually, both of them tell stories about our yearnings that are held deep inside us.
1. Title: “The Dream”
Dear love, for nothing less than thee,
I broke a dream so wild and free;
Too strong for fantasy it seemed,
Reason triumphed, and I woke, it beamed.Thou art so true, thoughts of thee,
Transform dreams to truths, history;
Enter these arms, for ’twas thy decree,
To act the rest, our shared reality.
As lightning or a taper’s light,
Thine eyes woke me from peaceful night;
Thought thee an angel, pure and bright,
Yet saw’st my heart, dispelling the slight.Coming and staying reveal’d thy essence,
But rising casts shadows, a hesitant presence;
Doubt creeps in, love’s weakened pleasance,
Not all spirit if mixed with fear’s essence.
2. Title: “A Dream“
In dreams, a shade once wove its tale,
My bed, by angels set to guard without fail;
An emmet lost its way, I believed,
In grassy fields my repose was conceived.Troubled, wild, and lost, forlorn,
Through tangles and darkness, I was torn,
Heart-broken, I heard her sorrowful say,
‘Oh, my children! Do they cry and pray?Do they hear their father sigh,
Gazing abroad, now returning to weep for me?
Pitying, I let fall a tear,
Yet a glow-worm whispered near.‘What they call the watchman of night?
I light while the beetle’s hum takes flight;
Follow now the beetle’s gentle roam,
Little wanderer, hie thee home!’
3. Title: “A Dream Within a Dream“
Take this parting kiss, a vow,
Upon your brow, I endow;
Not wrong are those who deem
My days were but a fleeting dream.Hope, whether gone in night or day,
In vision or in disarray,
Is it any less truly gone?
All that we see or seem, a dream.Amid the roar on the shore,
Surf-tormented, I implore;
Golden grains slip like sand,
Through my fingers, to the deep.O God, can I not clasp
Them with a tighter grasp?
Can I not save one from the wave,
In this dream within a dream’s cave?
4. Title: “Dreams”
Embrace your dreams, hold them tight,
For if dreams fade, life loses flight.
Like a bird with a broken wing,
Unable to soar, unable to sing.Hold onto dreams, keep them near,
For when dreams vanish, life appears
As a barren field, stark and cold,
Frozen with snow, dreams untold.In the realm of dreams, hopes take flight,
A tapestry woven in the soft moonlight.
When dreams endure, life’s spirits grow,
A vibrant field with a radiant glow.So, in the dance of dreams, take part,
Let them flourish, let them impart.
For in their essence, a world aglow,
Where broken wings find strength to go.
5. Title: “I Dream of You, to Wake“
I dream of you, a wish to stay,
In slumber’s grasp, where shadows play;
May dreams persist, your presence near,
Not vanish with the dawn’s premiere.In dreams, I hold you through the night,
Blushing in sleep, yet still so bright;
Your smile transforms the darkest skies,
In dreams, a day of joy implies.Only in dreams, our souls entwine,
Exchanging faith, a bond divine;
To sleep, a sweeter, tranquil place,
Than waking to reality’s embrace.For in dreams, a realm we’ve spun,
Where giving and taking are seamlessly done;
To sleep, a sweeter fate we’d choose,
Than living in a world with naught to lose.
6. Title: “It is Good We are Dreaming”
In dreams, a refuge we find,
A sanctuary for the restless mind;
It shields us from the waking pain,
Yet, in its play, an echo of strain.What harm in dreams, where shadows play?
Externally, men may decay,
But in the realm of vivid scenes,
Drama lives on, eternally keen.Cautious, we tread in the dream’s embrace,
Open-eyed, we face the phantasmic space;
Fearful that reality might mistake,
Leaving us in a livid, harsh wake.Cooling to shafts of granite’s gleam,
With just an age and a fleeting name;
In this Egyptian phrase, we scheme,
For prudence lies in the world of the dream.
7. Title: “The Dream“
In dreams, a golden sheath unfurls,
Holding cherished day’s cheers in swirls.
Air thick, blue as opium’s mist,
Domes ablaze in sulphurous twist.A sea lies still like a gray seal,
Sunrise casts a golden zeal.
Above Sydney, smoke-pale bay,
Dream unfolds in a tranquil display.Yet, the day’s an upturned cup,
Sun a chunk of red iron, green streams abrupt.
In this liquid world, where to bestow,
My dream’s golden glow’s overflow?Amid waves of the liquid realm,
Reflections dance, an elusive helm.
In ripple’s embrace, my dreams flow,
A serenade to the sea’s golden afterglow.
8. Title: “A Dream”
Once a dream wove a shade,
Over my angel-guarded bed it laid.
An ant seemed lost, astray,
On grass where I thought I lay.Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
Heart-broken, I heard her say:‘Oh, my children! Do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.’In dreams, shadows dance and sway,
As whispers of the night convey.
A longing lingers, a spectral plea,
Echoes of love, in eternity.
9. Title: “A Bed of Clouds“
In clouds, I rest, in the sky, I weave,
Dreaming on as life starts to leave.
Sanity held by the dreams I’ve spun,
A vision of joy, life without stun.They say I’m stuck, won’t venture far,
Yet in dreams, I’m a shining star.
One day, I’ll wake from this flight,
Reality feels like a daunting night.Closed-eye wonderland, refuge grand,
A poem for dreamers who understand.
No matter what’s said, hold onto your gleam,
Dreams are precious, don’t lose the stream.Yet, when morning calls, reality near,
Carry the dream’s essence, let it persevere.
In daylight’s embrace, the dream may seem,
A guide through, like a flowing stream.
10. Title: “A Place Like This”
In the early morning’s hushed appeal,
I yearn for an island, a tranquil feel.
Away from you, away from me,
Beyond the waves, beyond the wind, I wish to be.Under skies adorned with stars’ gleam,
Far from lights and the urban hum’s stream.
A place for me, a place for you,
Green earth, blue sky, dreams that ring true.A mountain in the sky, my humble plea,
Beneath where angels gracefully flee.
Snowflakes falling, a gentle sound,
Above the world, serenity found.No need for an island in the sea,
Just the essence of what makes me me.
No mountain in the vast sky’s dome,
Laughter, courage, to call my own.
11. Title: “Only A Dream“
I’m living in my own little world.
I’m happy there, it’s okay.
It’s much more fun than the real one,
For the sun shines every day.It’s a world with no hate or sorrow.
In my world there is no pain.
There’s no rich, no poor, no kings or queens.
In my world only our Lord reigns.It’s a world of many colours,
A world where everyone’s free.
It’s a world of love and harmony,
A world of compassion and tranquility.I know my world’s not the real one.
It’s only my world of make-believe.
But it’s a world I often visit,
If it’s only in my dreams.
12. Title: “A Road of Courage Toward the Dream“
In dreams, a golden sheath unfolds,
Holding cherished day’s tales, love it molds.
Air thick, blue as opium’s mist,
Domes ablaze in sulphurous twist.A sea lies still, like a gray seal,
Sunrise casts a golden zeal.
Above Sydney, smoke-pale bay,
Dream unfolds in a tranquil way.Yet, the day’s an upturned cup,
Sun, red iron, green streams abrupt.
In this liquid world, where to bestow,
Dream’s golden glow’s overflow?Amid waves of the liquid realm,
Reflections dance, an elusive helm.
In ripple’s embrace, dreams flow,
Serenade to the sea’s golden afterglow.
13. Title: “Harlem“
What happens to a postponed dream?
Does it dry up in the sun’s warm beam?
Or fester like a sore, then leak,
A pungent scent, like meat left to reek.Does it reek like decaying meat,
Or crust and sugar, syrupy treat?
Maybe it sags, a heavy load,
Like a weight on life’s demanding road.Or, does it burst, a fiery glare,
Breaking free from the weight it wears?
In the land of delayed dreams, we reflect,
On the destiny of a dream unchecked.Yet, in patience’s grasp, a seed may sow,
A delayed dream’s potential can still grow.
With time and care, it may revive,
In the fertile soil where aspirations thrive.
15. Title: “Wishful Thinking“
Dreaming of a day, a hopeful quest,
When a man is just a man, free from the rest.
Flaws not gilded in another’s hand,
Bread plenty in the kitchen, a generous stand.Waste of a nation, no feast for the swine,
Compassion and honor, traits divine.
Recognizing our shared human despair,
A life’s extinguished, a weight we bear.Prospering as brothers, no cultural creed,
Free from hate, anger, and avarice’s greed.
A moment when humanity prevails,
No strangers, just equals, friendships set sail.Breaking from history’s grip, fear’s regret,
Looking ahead, not mired in the set.
A lie as a weapon, truth a steadfast shield,
Knowledge a blade, for enlightenment to yield.
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