Top 49 Dreams In Poetry Quotes
#1. Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.
Julio Cortazar
#2. You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, "Be still." Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, "I love you.
Shannon L. Alder
#3. With Shakespeare and poetry, a new world was born. New dreams, new desires, a self consciousness was born. I desired to know to know myself in terms of the new standards set by these books.
Peter Abrahams
#4. He's probably out there in the hallway right now, composing bad poetry in his head." Michi cleared her throat, her voice taking on a breathless lilt:
"Pale Fox's Daughter,
Her cherry lips haunt my dreams.
Something, something, breasts ...
Jay Kristoff
#5. With the wild nature as ally and teacher we see not through two eyes but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes. The wild woman is fluent in the language of dreams, images, passion, and poetry.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
#6. The theoretician believes in logic and believes that he despises dreams, intuition, and poetry. He does not recognize that these three fairies have only disguised themselves in order to dazzle him ... He does not know that he owes his greatest discoveries to them.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
#7. ...
You are here again,
so realistic,
just, the golden dawn
takes you away
in the morning...
Be here now,
not there,
where there is nothing
but stars
and emptiness...
...
Zorica Savron
#8. Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
Edgar Allan Poe
#9. Think of your woods and orchards without birds!
Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams
As in an idiot's brain remembered words
Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#10. Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.
John Galsworthy
#11. What I'm saying is: go barefoot. Or walk out with a handstand. Live in possibility and in constant proximity to desire. Don't just dream; burn your dreams. Heat your life with that fire.
Brad Cran
#12. The new world is as yet
behind the veil of destiny
In my eyes, however
its dawn has been unveiled
Muhammad Iqbal
#13. The world of light and starry grace;
within your mind I live to trace.
Your thought's speed in thunder's glory,
lightening my being with dream's story.
I embrace the tree carrying your name
Your unspoken wish : the heart of fame.
Munia Khan
#14. I have been happy, though in a dream.
I have been happy-and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Edgar Allan Poe
#15. This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)
Kellie Elmore
#16. Oh, come to me in dreams, my love!
I will not ask a dearer bliss;
Come with the starry beams, my love,
And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.
Mary Shelley
#17. I don't believe we should carry backup
plans in life's suitcase
they're too easy to unpack
like living a life in yoga pants,
so comfortable our hips spread
into new timezones ...
Kelli Russell Agodon
#18. We have a 'now you see Him, now you don't' God. We have Himself clothed in visions, in dreams, in metaphors, in parables, in the poetry of the Bible, and in all the ordinariness of the lives we live.
Luci Shaw
#19. You smile and draw me near and whisper, "Do as dreamers do."
I lean to you and whisper in your ear, "I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.
Shaun Hick
#20. the one
who will jolt awake
all the unwritten
the unsung
and the unlived
in me.
i am waiting
for him.
Sanober Khan
#21. I dream like a dew drop in the night
Then glitter in the morning sunlight
Then it evaporates to embrace the sky
Debasish Mridha
#22. Only in books the flat and final happens,
Only in dreams we meet and interlock ...
Philip Larkin
#23. I got so strongly addicted to love that I may not be able to breath without it. I fall so fondly in love with poetry that I read it in my dreams often and even unknowingly.
Debasish Mridha
#24. Happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.
Nan Fairbrother
#25. Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know.
Adrienne Rich
#27. your smile.
is the ultimate
golden dream.
all the poems
in the world
are waking up from.
Sanober Khan
#28. Everything is an echo of something I once read.
Dream, hope, and celebrate life!
Love always comes back in a song.
One thing we all have in common is a love for food and drink.
Memories never die, and dreams never end!
What is time?
John Siwicki
#29. My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you ...
John Geddes
#30. You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.
Jenim Dibie
#31. Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams, then, were empty.
Jim Carroll
#32. Phaedra's body pulled at the light, testing the softer side of midnight. Hyacinth usually slipped out of bed in the middle of the night, careful to fit her rustle inside Phaedra's dreams.
Naomi Jackson
#33. She tells me about dreams. She says my dreams are helium and balloons, and I've made the mistake of letting go a few to many times, but I still got this one. Tied around my finger like a wedding ring because even though I don't believe in marriages, I'm gonna bring this one home.
Shane Koyczan
#34. What if you slept?
What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#35. A hidden spark of the dream sleeps
In the forest and waits
In the celestial spheres of the brain.
Dejan Stojanovic
#36. The Dream Keeper
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
Langston Hughes
#37. Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.
Aberjhani
#38. Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,
she slowly closed out of sight,
and she was the woman I loved,
but too many times she slept like
a mechanical deer in my caresses,
and I ached in the metal silence
of her dreams.
Richard Brautigan
#39. It's not the dreams.
It's this love of you
that grows in me
malignant.
Jack Gilbert
#40. There's no poetry in me, Reginleit. No fine words." He stared down at her, his gaze seeming to consume her. "I come to you as a man unfinished.
Kresley Cole
#41. I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFE
AND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
Atticus Poetry
#42. How they had dreamed together, he and she ... how they had planned, and laughed, and loved. They had lived for a while in the very heart of poetry.
Elizabeth Von Arnim
#43. Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.
Truth Devour
#44. I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.
Rainer Maria Rilke
#45. "It almost felt like the dolphin of my heart's desire playing in the ocean of my life." - on writing
Mariam Kobras
#46. Dreams are chequered commentary made in sleep
Along the deeps of our desires,
moving like riddles through a magic glade
Lightly they touch the leap of hidden fires.
John Bradburn
#47. What I think we need to do is infuse everyday and every action with the kind of values we hope will be in the future, with kindness, with nurturing, with dreams, ambition, using your talents, not resorting to violence, other forms of conflict resolution, with humor, with poetry, with music.
Gloria Steinem
#48. I've never
stopped wanting to cross
the equator, or touch an elk's
horns, or sing Tosca or screw
James Dean in a field of wheat.
To hell with wisdom. They're all wrong:
I'll never be through with my life.
Rita Dove
#49. What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call
Sara Teasdale
