Running through the trees
In a silent painted dream
Drops of color flying by
Bright stars in the sky
Children playing in the breeze
The children so gently appease
The breeze so purple
So blue; so green
Dabs of white
Form carefree daisies
Blowing gently and freely
In the delicate reeds
Now I’m asking why
Oh why did I go?
Thrown back into a world
Of woe and reality
Now I’m searching
For a fragment
Of that painted dream
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Author:
Emi (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had a dream once that I was in an impressionistic painting, and everything was very peaceful - it was hard to wake up from it, because I greatly wanted to stay in that dream forever. So, about a year later, it has inspired me to write a poem. :) The painting is something I found on the internet by a 9th grader named Abby Meinen. I only wish I had painted it myself... :)
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Dreams are often the best inspiration for poetry. I loved the imagery! Keep it up.
Thanks so much! I was telling my friends about it one day, and they told me to write a poem about it and even helped me a little with the wording. 🙂
Very cool. Good friends.
I love to dream! I`m always reluctant to wake up because most of the time my dreams are so peaceful.... but lost of times they`re wild, adventurous, crazy, and just plain silly! But still don`t wanna wake up from them!
Yeah... And then when you wake up, most of the time you forget most of it. 🙁
Yeah, I hate when that happens. But I usually wake up from REM (Rapid Eye Motion) and so I remember a lot of them, but over time I forget. (Unless they're seriously memorable!)
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