A Prodigy of a Dream - Hello Poetry

Jan 2019

Jamie King

With dead dreams
Can you ever sleep?

Struggled, befriended effort
Only to return to blankets
Of disheartenment where despondency
Warms your heart as it tears you apart.

Do your dreams die
When sleep departs?

Shattered limbs and blisters reposed in your mind.
The blood moon residing in your eyes.
Your resolves never diverging as you hobble.
Paving the path with skin, flesh and blood.

Sleeping beyond the grave
Do dreams live on?

Eyes roped by gardens of thorns and fleeting petals. Dreams whistle wonders, kindling hope, in hearts of those still asleep, wandering in dreams.

Inspired by Doyin

Jan 2019

Jane Doe

Back to when...

Sitting on the sand
With the cool ocean breeze
Singing childish songs
About sailing the open seas
Oh how i wish to go back
Back to when nothing else mattered
Except for a toy car and a barbie that’s tattered
As we all laughed and played games
Like nothing else mattered.
Our whole life ahead of us
But we lived in the moment
Now it’s just therapy and coffee beans
Now it’s just memories and what he means
Or what he meant.
From smiles in the sunshine to whatever this is
What happened?
Millions of thoughts racing through my mind
What happened?
Taking wrong turn in my path
No longer being able to breathe, feeling lifes wrath
Oh how i wish to go back
Back to sailing the open seas in childish song
Back to feeling the cool ocean breeze
With sand against my skin
Guess I gotta play along.

Jan 2019

L B

Ever?

My eyes closed on you
and you went away

I believe only
what I see and feel
My mouth against yours?
Warmth of breath
Most tenuous contact of desire
for you
You--
odd cloud in blue
a dream Untrue...
...it is of you
to Lie this way--
Our bodies touch along our lengths, our lives
and curves
and angles
You so curled around me
Your arm across my chest
Possession
of your hand
opened
upon the neck-- of my universe
to unnerve
deceive

My knowing
heart
left
to believe
you were ever here
You would be

ever

:(

Jan 2019

Logan Robertson

He Smiled the Catch of the Day in His Dream

He
fished
a dream
in his sleep.
He caught a **** star.
For his cast had a lot of whip,
stretching his limit and rod as far as it can go.
When the rush of a bite sent him reeling he screamed for dear life as his catch jumped ahead.

Logan Robertson

1/14/2019

Fibonacci : 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21...1 syllable, 1 syllable, 2 syllables, 3 syllables, 5 syllables, 8 syllables, 13 syllables, 21 syllables. For a total of 8 lines. Your writer is having fun in dreamland as the counting of sheep on this night came with a twist.

#fibonacci #pornstar #fish #wordplay #dream

Jan 2019

Crow

Fantasia

they said she was a dreamer
no clouds to veil her thoughts
a fantasy believer
her mind a maze of knots

she loved to live in make believe
talking to her porcelain kitty
thrilling stories she could weave
a pint-sized Walter Mitty

dreams can change as we grow
so it was for her
imagined prince became a beau
Oz became Big Sur

childhood fancies may pass away
with little pain or strife
but adult hopes, should they betray
can leave a wound for life

so many ways that dreams can die
some peaceful and humane
some burn out, or with a sigh
others outright slain

dreams can turn to nightmares
some live past their death
haunting those who called them theirs
once precious as each breath

but dreams can holy grace receive
and dreams can live again
hearts can heal, no longer grieve
and faith not be in vain

dreams can live on love alone
dreams shared grow stronger still
a dream fulfilled can be a home
or a castle on a hill

#dreams #loss #grace #imagine #hope