Dream Challenge

[Hi, this is my first attempt at making up a challenge so...]

The challenge is simple: take a recent dream that you've had and use that as inspiration for a poem. Or as an added challenge, take one image from your dream that stuck with you and make just that one image the inspiration for your poem.



[And...does anyone know why the "Daily Poetry Challenge" section seems spammed with "OMG READ MY POEM" 's? It sure seems that way from what I've seen...]

Last edited by FadingFebruary 04-16-2010 at 07:59:56 PM

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Last edited by jpmaster13 04-17-2010 at 04:05:25 PM

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I dreamed last night
the first time in many nights
but here I dreamed
of a kingdom clad in gold
and I was outside cold stoned
I don't know why I was left outside
but today I woke up
Dreaming I was inside
I know I know silly it seems
but I was dreaming true
that I was standing
beside someone like you!

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Fade to White


Daydreaming through memories I search for you
my journey takes me to waters of blue,
Your reflection shimmers, on the lake of my mind,
Unbroken by ripples, shed from the oars of time
Strong was our love, but in the end it was feigned,
Soon came a wind, pursued by the rain
just but a hint of your reflection remains,
washed away by the rains, and tides of distain
baptizing my memory of the trace of your face,
Just then, crashing thunder, and lightening a blaze
shining light on a memory, the day you left me in scorn,
confused, alone, and somewhat forlorn
All traces of you are fading to white,
these words I recite were not meant in spite,
I've been released from the grasp of your ghost on this night
No longer for the past will my heart mourn,
As I open my eyes, I wince at the light
A passion for love, in my heart now reborn,
with this new freedom, I smile in delight

http://www.originalpoetry.com/fade-to-white

I have several older poems I have written about dreams, but this is a new one set in a daydream in part inspired by this thread.

-Spence

NIGHTMARES SCAPED MOONS AGO

NIGHTMARES SCAPED MOONS AGO

Canto:1
Spirits play games in mirrors
From the tall, see through, monstrous man
Me and Mustaine was full of fear
I sat and watched me sleep
The vision was perfectly clear
Everywhere, where we went to hide
He the monster came very near

Canto:2
Darkness, hell? Where am I?
Maximum security prison
I ‘am innocent, framed and why?
The inmates seem disturbed
The electric camera eye
Configuring pieces, puzzling
I must return to the sunshine

Canto:3
Anyone, anyone?
Hey Granny, are you packing heat?
Granny can I borrow your gun?
Killers are chasing me
So nervous, I ‘am on the run
Granny can you please give me a ride?
I ‘m afraid the killers will come

Canto:4
Dangerous idea bin
Skeleton men walking demon dogs
with weapons embedded in their skin
Man made storms, lightening
A hand dealing, death, destruction
Farming facilities, poison feeds
God abandoned, evil here wins

Canto:5
Destinies intertwine
giving way to escape, my escape
my friend, a girl, dreamt I died
I have dropped to my knees
Felt an elephant was on me like
massively broke, to a massive stroke
Stephanie where are you and why?



Canto:6
Red art on shadowed eyes
She had me buy she was on my side
It must have been those sexy eyes
I let her hold my poetry
She had a men in her mouth, guys
buried their body alive, I watched
then she hid, my poetries rise

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A NIGHT IN ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE WEIRD ONES.

WHO IS SLEEPING IN MY BED ???

A dog it ’twas, at least I thought it was
Snarled and growled, really loud
I jumped into a paper canoe
Paddled to the Yorkshire zoo.
I had a feeling that the dog
Had followed in an old log
I was inside a cage with a panda
Smiling at this demented manta
When quick as a slink
Gave me a whale of a wink
And I was drowning in jell-o.
I swam with no arms or legs
For what seemed like 20 days
But got only as far
as the cellar bar…
Well…
I woke up .. right then and thar…

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Hi FadingFebruary. I went through my poems and found three dream poems. This one is one of my favorites...Hope you enjoy.

That Mythical beast

My pen hovered over blank paper.
I pondered my penchant to write.
The story I'd carefully crafted,
had fleetingly fled me tonight.

I sat sadly gazed at the nothing.
White page staring back silently.
As ink slowly slid into doodles.
I fought, though I thought, futilely.

I scribbled and scrawled, unsuccessful.
I battled the beast writer's block.
With sword and a shield,
on a charred battlefield,
hid the door I would have to unlock.

Before this befuddled contender
moved a massive mutating reptile.
A fire breathing, four headed dragon
with the jaw of a crazed crocodile.

I entered this monster's arena.
A capacity crowd filled the stands.
They cheerfully cheered for Godzilla.
Booed the knight from the bright hinterlands.

Though the home crowd was clearly against me,
This hero must now stand his ground.
For the shapeshifting evil before me,
glared back without making a sound.

I knew that my chance for survival,
was slim maybe closer to none.
With a hideous sneer,
the griffin drew near
thinking..." I will have this one well done. "

With the titan's hot breath breathing on me
I could feel his flame prickle my skin.
I drew forth my sword,
prayed for strength from the Lord,
drove the blade deep into his shin.


Now this wound may have hindered a human.
As I gazed into teeth razor sharp.
In my mind a vision had focused...
Pictured me, above playing a harp!


While the crowd screamed for blood, the arena
was bathed in a blinding white light.
I covered my eyes,
stood in fear paralyzed.
Hoping this would all end in one bite.

I realized I couldn't defeat him.
The weapons I used weren't enough.
With my sword in his shin.
My shield crumpled like tin.
I decided to go with a bluff.


As writers we own many weapons.
Sometimes we will choose to ignore.
What I found so absurd,
it was simply a word.
Freed the key to unlocking the door.


Dagger tipped claws tried to maim me.
I moved like a lithe acrobat.
Did a tuck and a roll...
Once I'd regained control
Cried out, " You're no more than a cat! "

The beast donned a look of confusion.
I witnessed his countenance fade.
With a mewl of surprise,
shrank to miniature size.
Put an end to this whole cavalcade.

The secret I'd finally discovered!
One word made this soft ball of fur.
I had to be sure...
With my hand on the door...
Said, " Back to the way that you were. "

A growl touched my ear and I fainted.
I left that colossus behind.
I awoke with my nose kissing paper.
This story still fresh in my mind.

With a flurry, my pen started writing
I learned the famed door has no lock.
The Dragon is YOU.
Inhibiting through,
That mythical beast, Writer's Block.

11/30/09

© 2009 TA Smith ( All Rights Reserved )

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This was written by my son. I have posted it with his permission. You can check out his other stuff here on OP under the poet name chewyribbit.

The Encounter

I slip the black leather gloves onto my sweaty hands
I hope that every little thing will go according to plan
I take the mask and slide it over my wet hair
As lightning crackles, rain pours and thunder blares
I reach in my coat pocket and fumble for the keys
Then unlock the rusty door and from the storm I flee
I slam it shut behind me and flip the light switch
They flicker on , their luminescence marred by dustiness
I see the large steel chair that’s bolted to the ground
And the victim sitting in it, not making a sound
He must be asleep, I check to make sure he’s bound
I take out the gun, and put in a full round
I cock it, go back to the door and lock it
Then walk slowly up to the victim and stop
I think carefully about how I want this to play out
I wanna look him in the eyes and hear him shout
And beg for mercy, but he won’t get any
I want him to realize what he’s done to me
From the day I was born, and for all of my life
I was starting to wish that I had brought a knife
All at once I was so full of anger I had forgotten fear
I pulled the sack off his head, but was stunned so much I couldn’t hear
Just a ringing in my ears and a blurring of my sight
But when I came to, I knew that this could not be right
This humanoid figure had no face at all
He was as cold as the warehouse wall
I screamed at him “Look at my eyes! Do you know who I am?
Because I know who you are…” I took the pistol and slam
I hit the thing in the face, but it still didn’t talk
“Say something to me! Do you know what you’ve done!
Did you think for 15 years that you’d won?
Could you ever predict the day that I’d find you?
You have no eyes, but I know you’re not blind, you!
All the pain, all the anger, the sadness, the acts…
That was you! These are the f**king facts!
Fine! Don’t say a word! But I’ll end you right here!
I don’t even care if you don’t show fear!
No one will find you, they won’t even look!
You’ll be forgotten, you f**king mentality crook!”
And that’s when it spoke these words carefully:
“You can never, ever, EVER kill me
If you kill me, all you will do is kill yourself
You don’t have to forgive, but this isn’t good for your health.
Don’t give up, I’m not out to get you, it was just bad luck
And I’m sorry if you wanted me to give a f**k.”
I stared at it for a long time and pressed the gun against its cold featureless face
As I thought about the decision, I could feel my heart race
And then I felt a feeling of which I was all too used
But this time it won, and I simply blew a fuse
And I screamed “F**K YOU YOU S**THEAD MOTHERF**KERRR!!!”
Louder than an angry caffeinated trucker
I shot a bullet straight into his head
But before I got any satisfaction, I too was dead
And that’s when I woke up in a cold sweat
I was relieved to be alive and in my own bed
Living with bipolar is harder done than said
But I try not to let s**t like that get to my head.

By Nathan Hillard aka chewyribbit
Some minor editing by Kimberly Hillard aka kah for language

Last edited by kah 04-27-2010 at 04:57:26 PM

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A poem of a dream I had one night, perhaps one of the loneliest nights as I was trapped in my own thought of my future. I remembered this dream like it was a reality, and I wrote this poem as soon as I woke up. Hope you enjoy it. it is called "such dreams are meant for the blind to incline."



Such dreams are meant for the blind to incline.

May the wind brush my skin with angelic flavor
the moon a courtesy to my sight's endeavor.
May you, the world's gestures, unite in a plethora
of self reliant visions in tune with the weather.
The sun so shines its bliss color refined
on newborns inclined to change declined times
with assistance of sublime resonance defined
by human beings that want to see happiness thus prime.
I have a plan for the world, my youth aids the thoughts
with ocean voices so sought , in it's rhythm she talks
speaks of butterflies, mermaids, dolphins and kings
all of which tremble at the highest regime.
Supreme.
Spectators unknown to this scheme
metaphors unspoken, yet seen in blues and green.
Golden fleeces and majestic purple offerings
upside down concrete jungles, rhetoric babbling
astral melodies what vivid sounds it brings
our eyes are superficial to what the sight sees.
Oh yes!!!
I contest, a dream told me this
full of daemons in metamorphic beauty couldn’t resist.
One step in their labyrinth changed my thoughts
fear in mysticism there was no detour.
Thus this voice pierced my ears to not fear
I’m blind to reticence, so I had to hear.
Open your sight to this infinite light
of mystics and daemons alike that make you write;
you are one of many vessels with a powerful soul
secrets of the Dead Sea scrolls you behold.
Also the truth untold is the mold
of changing base metals to gold
a solemn note.
Stars are like silver lined diamonds
the sky a polar remedy to living and dying;
I asked, what does this have to do with a labyrinth?
Fire and wind form the walls in silence
Guile filled the eyes of the beautiful daemon
she claimed such a question is meant for no one,
so paradoxical was the gesture, I cowered
scarred by the rage in her eyes from the question.
My quaint suggestion is for you to listen
it is not your place to behold such idioms.
I smile to ease the burden of such a fiery moment
I felt myself awaking as she began to turn
to change, I need to see all you have for me
don’t forsake my inquiry as disrespect, I need this
to ease my troubled mind that wanders in visions.
A mind so inclined to find true meaning
in all that you showed me, just a fraction I understand.
She blows her ambiance to my gray blind eyes
Poof, i've awaken in the mist of demise
back to the life I scorn with all strife
looking at the ceiling I see every night.
This world has its own plan; I know its labyrinth
the gorgeous daemon left me to test all limits.
Perhaps on day she will visit my dream again
until then I lie awake until i'm blind again.


J.K.K

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Last edited by Bettysrainbow48 04-29-2010 at 11:19:08 PM

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Quote:

Originally Posted by Bettysrainbow48

Originally Posted by kah

This was written by my son. I have posted it with his permission. You can check out his other stuff here on OP under the poet name chewyribbit.

The Encounter

I slip the black leather gloves onto my sweaty hands
I hope that every little thing will go according to plan
I take the mask and slide it over my wet hair
As lightning crackles, rain pours and thunder blares
I reach in my coat pocket and fumble for the keys
Then unlock the rusty door and from the storm I flee
I slam it shut behind me and flip the light switch
They flicker on , their luminescence marred by dustiness
I see the large steel chair that’s bolted to the ground
And the victim sitting in it, not making a sound
He must be asleep, I check to make sure he’s bound
I take out the gun, and put in a full round
I cock it, go back to the door and lock it
Then walk slowly up to the victim and stop
I think carefully about how I want this to play out
I wanna look him in the eyes and hear him shout
And beg for mercy, but he won’t get any
I want him to realize what he’s done to me
From the day I was born, and for all of my life
I was starting to wish that I had brought a knife
All at once I was so full of anger I had forgotten fear
I pulled the sack off his head, but was stunned so much I couldn’t hear
Just a ringing in my ears and a blurring of my sight
But when I came to, I knew that this could not be right
This humanoid figure had no face at all
He was as cold as the warehouse wall
I screamed at him “Look at my eyes! Do you know who I am?
Because I know who you are…” I took the pistol and slam
I hit the thing in the face, but it still didn’t talk
“Say something to me! Do you know what you’ve done!
Did you think for 15 years that you’d won?
Could you ever predict the day that I’d find you?
You have no eyes, but I know you’re not blind, you!
All the pain, all the anger, the sadness, the acts…
That was you! These are the f**king facts!
Fine! Don’t say a word! But I’ll end you right here!
I don’t even care if you don’t show fear!
No one will find you, they won’t even look!
You’ll be forgotten, you f**king mentality crook!”
And that’s when it spoke these words carefully:
“You can never, ever, EVER kill me
If you kill me, all you will do is kill yourself
You don’t have to forgive, but this isn’t good for your health.
Don’t give up, I’m not out to get you, it was just bad luck
And I’m sorry if you wanted me to give a f**k.”
I stared at it for a long time and pressed the gun against its cold featureless face
As I thought about the decision, I could feel my heart race
And then I felt a feeling of which I was all too used
But this time it won, and I simply blew a fuse
And I screamed “F**K YOU YOU S**THEAD MOTHERF**KERRR!!!”
Louder than an angry caffeinated trucker
I shot a bullet straight into his head
But before I got any satisfaction, I too was dead
And that’s when I woke up in a cold sweat
I was relieved to be alive and in my own bed
Living with bipolar is harder done than said
But I try not to let s**t like that get to my head.

By Nathan Hillard aka chewyribbit
Some minor editing by Kimberly Hillard aka kah for language

Though this is only a poem, it shows the behavior of people who do things like this and how they really think. It gives off a sick scary feeling of helplessness ,no hope. No caring about life or others. This is the kind of poetry they use in scary books and movies.No affence to the writer of this piece this belongs in a scary book. Some people read these books everyday.

Last edited by kah 04-30-2010 at 06:24:48 AM

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Quote:

Originally Posted by kah

Originally Posted by Springsize

Originally Posted by kah

This was written by my son. I have posted it with his permission. You can check out his other stuff here on OP under the poet name chewyribbit.

The Encounter

I slip the black leather gloves onto my sweaty hands
I hope that every little thing will go according to plan
I take the mask and slide it over my wet hair
As lightning crackles, rain pours and thunder blares
I reach in my coat pocket and fumble for the keys
Then unlock the rusty door and from the storm I flee
I slam it shut behind me and flip the light switch
They flicker on , their luminescence marred by dustiness
I see the large steel chair that’s bolted to the ground
And the victim sitting in it, not making a sound
He must be asleep, I check to make sure he’s bound
I take out the gun, and put in a full round
I cock it, go back to the door and lock it
Then walk slowly up to the victim and stop
I think carefully about how I want this to play out
I wanna look him in the eyes and hear him shout
And beg for mercy, but he won’t get any
I want him to realize what he’s done to me
From the day I was born, and for all of my life
I was starting to wish that I had brought a knife
All at once I was so full of anger I had forgotten fear
I pulled the sack off his head, but was stunned so much I couldn’t hear
Just a ringing in my ears and a blurring of my sight
But when I came to, I knew that this could not be right
This humanoid figure had no face at all
He was as cold as the warehouse wall
I screamed at him “Look at my eyes! Do you know who I am?
Because I know who you are…” I took the pistol and slam
I hit the thing in the face, but it still didn’t talk
“Say something to me! Do you know what you’ve done!
Did you think for 15 years that you’d won?
Could you ever predict the day that I’d find you?
You have no eyes, but I know you’re not blind, you!
All the pain, all the anger, the sadness, the acts…
That was you! These are the f**king facts!
Fine! Don’t say a word! But I’ll end you right here!
I don’t even care if you don’t show fear!
No one will find you, they won’t even look!
You’ll be forgotten, you f**king mentality crook!”
And that’s when it spoke these words carefully:
“You can never, ever, EVER kill me
If you kill me, all you will do is kill yourself
You don’t have to forgive, but this isn’t good for your health.
Don’t give up, I’m not out to get you, it was just bad luck
And I’m sorry if you wanted me to give a f**k.”
I stared at it for a long time and pressed the gun against its cold featureless face
As I thought about the decision, I could feel my heart race
And then I felt a feeling of which I was all too used
But this time it won, and I simply blew a fuse
And I screamed “F**K YOU YOU S**THEAD MOTHERF**KERRR!!!”
Louder than an angry caffeinated trucker
I shot a bullet straight into his head
But before I got any satisfaction, I too was dead
And that’s when I woke up in a cold sweat
I was relieved to be alive and in my own bed
Living with bipolar is harder done than said
But I try not to let s**t like that get to my head.

By Nathan Hillard aka chewyribbit
Some minor editing by Kimberly Hillard aka kah for language

kah... I am in ms manner's shock...
I've never seen you talk like this ...

that's my silly for the day...

My Serious side says... What an Intense Poem... I read that it is a poem, written by your son... and GP edited (nice), by you... but wow... the whole poem captivated me and I could not wait to find the ending.... Bipolar is intense... chemical imbalance with the extremes...and then the dream... I could near feel the emotions...

Really strong child you have there.... to write so clearly, of this.

Okay people try their hand at new things,just to see if they can. Who really wrote this poem, you Kah or your son. It really doesn't matter.Everyone has a right to be heard whether any poem is liked or disliked.Yes the langage is out there. There are a few naughty poems out there too. We need to look at the quality and rating. I feel that if the people on this site don't like any poem because of it's contence then the people that control the site should ask poets not to write poems of this type. In the mean time opinions of others have the right to speak how they feel without hurting the poet.This is not meant to hurt anyone.There are poems I don't like too and I wonder why people write them but we are not all the same nor do we write the same. We must try to forget about what we do not like and consentrate on the good.
Thank you, Springsize - he is an amazing young man! I can't wait to show him your comments! Thanks for reading

Last edited by Bettysrainbow48 05-02-2010 at 11:27:37 PM

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Heavens, Angels
I lay sleeping deep in silence
I heard music Heavenly music
A peice like no other
Angels were singing
My heart felt at peice
Then with a swift powerful movement they began a battle
At the very front was his most powerful Angel of all
The sky opened up there were Angels everywhere fighting
A battle against Satens worriars Gods Angels were protecting us
In a world full of spirits the battle shot through the sky amoung the stars
Like streaks of lightning the clouds shot through,softly painted white
One stopped to look for a moment at me then continued on it's way
The sky then closed to find my bedroom wall
I woke up with a feeling of peice
Knowing God was there for us
So strong so powerful yet so Heavenly bound
Feeling a comfort like no other
The moment when one stopped to look at me.
I asked what are you doing
The Angel said we are protecting Gods children
I felt so loved. This is a true story about the dream I had. I believe God does watch over us.

Last edited by Bettysrainbow48 05-02-2010 at 11:34:44 PM

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Well, my dream poem is a little different. I don't even know if it qualifies as a poem, lol! (Thank goodness for 'free verse!') But I did try to keep it light-hearted while maintaining the odd turns the dream took. And yes, it was a real dream.

Just A Dream

Unemployed, fired repeatedly,
(That's how the dream starts out.)
The only job I can get involves taking care of old men
And their obnoxious dogs.
The actress who reminds me of my mother
Is then kicked off a reality show.
(What is that supposed to mean?)
A long lost friend reappears
After a long soul-searching journey,
And all he's learned is how to freestyle rap to house music
While juggling bowling pins.
(Don't ask me why.)
He partnered with some friends from our high school days
And came to me because
They needed a 'Davey Jones' to be complete.
(Yes, from the Monkees.)
Then I was injured and went to a gas station for first aid.
I felt that my pain and bleeding was more important
Than the discomfort of strangers.
There followed a miscommunication,
Something derogatory that rhymed with 'Davey Jones'
(Not sure what that would even be...)
And my long lost friend retracted his friendship again.
So I was left alone
With my stooped old men
And their goofy-looking dogs.
(Did I mention that I'm a cat person?)

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Simoneaugustus - that is a funny dream!! Our subconsious works in strange ways, hu?
kah

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Too true, kah! And honestly, this isn't even the weirdest one! I think that title goes to a 2-second long dream of a black and white photo of a dead peacock lying in the dirt, accompanied by feelings of guilt, doubt, and anger... I wonder about my subconscious sometimes...