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

Just a Dream


The thing I remember most vividly

Is you and me kissing passionately.

In my bed,

With me blushing so so red.

You held me and said,

     "So, does this make us exclusive?"

With my reply,

    "I don't know, are we?"

I left not long after, 

with a sudden realization that,

In my dream,

The sheets were blue.

That dream frightened me immensely,

As for me, dreams oft come true.

But until it occur in the realm of reality,

A dream it shall stay,

As I make no efforts to shift it.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

mignon_marron

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.