PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Dreams


Through the lush green grass, she waited to hold me our smiles in sync as we walked on the beach. her hands her heart in mine, feeling intertwined, like twine I thought it a dream but it felt quite real She teased me thus, "touch me not, come back tomorrow" yet pulled me closer her skin getting warmer forward to the setting that was the sun and we were reaching the peak the climax that was our bliss it was enveloping, covering the earth and the clouds our bodies making rivers and floods long as the Nile earth quakes with each thrust and thunder with each groan, the ground could barely take it, for the earth was shaking our bodies in action started to convulse and under the heaving that was our breathing, we were almost at that boiling point where it was getting too hot the river banks started melting, crushed by the heat and the pressure, the hunger felt too real, too deep, too filled, with this trembling unreal the story had to be cut short, and thus, I awoke for It happened the 3rd time that week, I was dreaming, she dreamed about me. BMS
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Birungi Mukalere Samuel

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.

Dreams | Power Poetry