Dream Poems

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
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In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
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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,
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A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
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And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.
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Where the mountains touch the sky,
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly,
A secret place above the crowd,
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.
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I dream a world where man
No other man will scorn,
Where love will bless the earth
And peace its paths adorn
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It's good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.
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From groves of spice,
O'er fields of rice,
Athwart the lotus-stream,
I bring for you,
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A man leaves the world
and the streets he lived on
grow a little shorter.
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In my life you are a beautiful dream,
but in my dream you are mine.
You are the soul and the blood stream,
that could make me an eternal life.
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Listen!
Dear dream of utter aliveness-
Touching my body of utter death-
Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliveness,
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This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
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There you were a sight to behold,
quietly sleeping, in shimmering folds.
No heart to disturb your precious rest,
I left you lying there in a faded red dress.
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I have had my dream- like others-
and it has come to nothing, so that
I remain now carelessly
with feet planted on the ground
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IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded--of that indescribable
look;
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Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
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I can't barter my freedom
Take away the riches with you
Don't display your dollars and pounds
To my countrymen who need freedom too
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They say dreams never do come true..
But they are wrong, I say they do
I dream of violence, I dream of hurt
I dream of children, they live in dirt
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch

These are my early poems, or juvenilia, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN, and others in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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I'll dream of you, because you are a dream come true
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First Tell:
I had a dream, and in it I was satisfied.
I had a dream, and in it I laugh.
I had a dream, and in it I had become one.
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Wanderlust, let's be honest, is the dream.
And as a child, my adventure was my dream.
Now, I dream.
Dreaming of being a pirate, a poet, a writer of adventure, I dream.
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Dream

Dreams are meant to be fulfilled,
No dream remains an orphan,
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EARLY POEMS: JUVENILIA
by Michael R. Burch

These are early poems, most of them written between the ages of 11-18 and some published in my high school literary journal, THE LANTERN. Other poems were written later and several of those were published in my college literary journal, HOMESPUN.
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For every sun raise thus the sun shall warm a heart with respect the more one dream of respect the more the family will sparkle in the sky just to feel the sun is like being touch by a rose that been touch with respect every moment that one look to the sky for one will see the eyes of the angel of respect thus dream after dream for a heart wish for respect.


For every touch of respect is the touch of the angel hand to a heart that wish for respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family of the angel of respect oh beautiful sun shine thus it feel good to be touch with respect for it's the angel that fill the air with respect but just to look in the eyes of the angel for who's heart is full of respect but when one feel the light of life thus life is like being free as a bird that touch the sky yet to dream after dream for a heart wish for respect.
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Hey you, what's your dream?
Hey you, what's your dream?
Hey you, what's your dream?
Is that all your dream is?
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It's time to get myself a dream,
I had a nightmare sleeping on my dream bed.
Now am free to live a dream with my dream girl
Imma dream, girl
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