Strange Dreams

[vrosej10]

Here's an idea; shoot us a poem about the strangest dream you've had lately. I'll go first:

I Shouldn’t Have Eaten that Before Bed
Last night I had sex with Paris Hilton in my sleep
Dreaming of her as she peeled off the bikini
Which is weird, because waking life she holds little appeal
And we were is the surf, another thing I don’t enjoy
And weirder still, this might have been a sex dream
But it didn’t seem or feel sexy...

 

[champagne1982]

On Greed

Slipped between my thighs
an absurdity since this cock
was long and sick.
Thicker than my wrist
but I took it all.

 

[Palba_Noruda]

You can always write dream poems here:

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=702931

 

[EroticOrogeny]

I remember having some both last night and the night before, but don't remember them now - guess not that vivid.
They're almost always strange, but often don't seem so at the time.

 

[butters]

across the broad blacktop
the leafless tree winked
and pulled apart its lightning split
spilling from its heartwood this amorphous mass
with quite ridiculous spindle legs
an unformed smile trying to gather its slit lips into something akin to personality
not helped by lack of orbs or semblance of a nose

it stepped
if stepping can describe its awkward gait
into the road, an arm stick-thin and hinge-less
raised
as if to greet me
but being met, instead, by speeding motorcycle
headlight glaring
throttle roaring
there's me, staring
heart a-sudden in my throat and awkward sorrow in my wordless shout of
"O"

 

[fridayam]

across the broad blacktop
the leafless tree winked
and pulled apart its lightning split
spilling from its heartwood this amorphous mass
with quite ridiculous spindle legs
an unformed smile trying to gather its slit lips into something akin to personality
not helped by lack of orbs or semblance of a nose

it stepped
if stepping can describe its awkward gait
into the road, an arm stick-thin and hinge-less
raised as if to greet me
but being met, instead, by speeding motorcycle
headlight glaring
throttle roaring
there's me, staring
heart a-sudden in my throat and awkward sorrow in my wordless shout of "Oh!"

I love all these dream poems, but this especially. I've often thought how to portray the moment of an accident on film and this comes very close to how I would do it. x

 

[twelveoone]

Last night I had sex with Paris Hilton in my sleep

she does that a lot, did you fall asleep too, that keeps happening all the time.

I had a dream about donuts; I O, one keep trying to jump into the other one. Paris wasn't there. Do you think there is anything to it?

“I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours” -Bob Dylan
actually here he talking about a post nuclear holocaust, but it's still a nice sentiment, don't you think?

I dream about a different woman every night, these where my last three.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy_Lawless
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy_Liu
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucille_Ball

what was your name again?

 

[EroticOrogeny]

she does that a lot, did you fall asleep too, that keeps happening all the time.

I had a dream about donuts; I O, one keep trying to jump into the other one. Paris wasn't there. Do you think there is anything to it?

“I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours” -Bob Dylan
actually here he talking about a post nuclear holocaust, but it's still a nice sentiment, don't you think?

I dream about a different woman every night, these where my last three.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy_Lawless
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucy_Liu
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucille_Ball

what was your name again?

Do you love Lucy?

 

[vrosej10]

across the broad blacktop
the leafless tree winked
and pulled apart its lightning split
spilling from its heartwood this amorphous mass
with quite ridiculous spindle legs
an unformed smile trying to gather its slit lips into something akin to personality
not helped by lack of orbs or semblance of a nose

it stepped
if stepping can describe its awkward gait
into the road, an arm stick-thin and hinge-less
raised
as if to greet me
but being met, instead, by speeding motorcycle
headlight glaring
throttle roaring
there's me, staring
heart a-sudden in my throat and awkward sorrow in my wordless shout of
"O"

Wow, that's aweird one, but a fab poem, very well written.

 

[eclecticlynx]

Each time again,
Lucid dreams
Of entagled yearnings and the
lock of duty unfulfilled
Come to me and slake
this hungering heart
for time is fleeting
til dawn.

Seek my arms again, beloved
when the darkness falls
Dangers and wretchedness abound
in both realms
Each time i wake
acknowleding that
Heart desires unfulfilled
'Cept in dreams of you.

Back again to duty,
Again and again
Coldest of comforts
Stonefaced to the outside
Heart yearning for you

 

[twelveoone]

Do you love Lucy?

Threw her in for comic relief

 

[twelveoone]

Anti-Climax

last night i had the strangest dream
you were there and you and you
and somebody else but i forgot who
even senna showed up in a scream


we left to buy the beer

 

[Obsequium]

Wonderings of a fragment mind

I close my eyes, slipping into
Benevolences littered dreamscape,
Yesterdays pieces faded behind times veil,
In memories grasp I walk searching,
the path well worn to waiting arms.
Frolicking with hearts grief.

Once more a mirror of the past.
Another embrace salves life's wounds,
Another fragment found.
Renewing remembrances, infusing
the fragment back into place.
Tomorrow night I'll hunt again.

Ciao, Obsequium
Don't worry, I'm a Greek tragedy with a happy ending, or so says Socrates, my gold fish...

 

[butters]

on a train station platform
people lining the way
dark day and cold and the handbag sprawled
open on the ground, brown suede, by the pillar
purse clearly in view

he's not a guard, collecting for charity
not him, not her, but oh- there - "excuse me? guard, there's a ..."
woman bringing him to here, showing him something under the stairs
a dog and a ... bear? a bear?
Pulling up the mattress edge to peer through the stair slats
long claws caught in blanket
i release them,
the dog tied by its leash to a post under, licking my face, a black and white collie

the bag the bag - someone will steal the purse!
pulling the bear up through the slats - it's not a bear
it's a sort of hedgehog
lots of spines
i'm lifting it up through the slats using
(wait, another dream is being played at the same time, go away)
metal loops like some chain belt - loops hooking round spines to lift
...
what's this? no bear, no spiny quilled thing, a bald baby hog, or mouselet, four tiny legs through hoops, one tiny spine - a black eyelash - in the middle of its back
sitting in my palm

the bag! the purse!
wrap the blind pink-grey thing in a blanket
the woman whose bag it is looks up over the edge of the platform
why was she hiding?
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sometimes i wish i slept dreamlessly

 

[vrosej10]

I dreamt I was nine months gone and due that day
And on that morning I was marrying my now husband
But his family were Muslim and he had many sisters
Insisting on fussing over me and I had full head of hair
Whereas now, I am have none and never black like then
And in the end, he just hugged me and I was warm-happy

 

[vrosej10]

on a train station platform
people lining the way
dark day and cold and the handbag sprawled
open on the ground, brown suede, by the pillar
purse clearly in view

he's not a guard, collecting for charity
not him, not her, but oh- there - "excuse me? guard, there's a ..."
woman bringing him to here, showing him something under the stairs
a dog and a ... bear? a bear?
Pulling up the mattress edge to peer through the stair slats
long claws caught in blanket
i release them,
the dog tied by its leash to a post under, licking my face, a black and white collie

the bag the bag - someone will steal the purse!
pulling the bear up through the slats - it's not a bear
it's a sort of hedgehog
lots of spines
i'm lifting it up through the slats using
(wait, another dream is being played at the same time, go away)
metal loops like some chain belt - loops hooking round spines to lift
...
what's this? no bear, no spiny quilled thing, a bald baby hog, or mouselet, four tiny legs through hoops, one tiny spine - a black eyelash - in the middle of its back
sitting in my palm

the bag! the purse!
wrap the blind pink-grey thing in a balnket
the woman whose bag it is looks up over the edge of the platform
why was she hiding?
-----------------------



sometimes i wish i slept dreamlessly

I don't blame ya Chip! That's a pretty wild dream. I was taking statins for a few months and ended up having nightmares every night to the point I was getting no rest (I was waking constantly in the middle of panic attacks).

 

[butters]

I don't blame ya Chip! That's a pretty wild dream. I was taking statins for a few months and ended up having nightmares every night to the point I was getting no rest (I was waking constantly in the middle of panic attacks).

my dreams are almost always full of absolute nonsense still, always a font of stuff to draw upon for writing, lol.

argh, sleep deprivation's a bitch

 

[butters]

I dreamt I was nine months gone and due that day
And on that morning I was marrying my now husband
But his family were Muslim and he had many sisters
Insisting on fussing over me and I had full head of hair
Whereas now, I am have none and never black like then
And in the end, he just hugged me and I was warm-happy

wow! nine-months... you averted a demanding few hours with your hubby's hug

maybe one day i'll meet a good guy and his hugs will stop me crazy-dreaming.... maybe not, it's always been a part of me. lol

 

[vrosej10]

my dreams are almost always full of absolute nonsense still, always a font of stuff to draw upon for writing, lol.

argh, sleep deprivation's a bitch

It was so bad they had to take me off the drug and diabetics are supposed to take one of about four different drugs of this type and they put me on another and it was twice as bad. It took two weeks off it before I stop reliving every horrible nightmare I had ever had. I even spent a week of nights being terorized by my abusive father; so much fun!

 

[vrosej10]

]The Daughter In Law

Peter tried to make a bride out of paper-mache
Played with the shape for many nights
Then employed magic to give her life.

But she never became friendly
And the strife she caused was endless
Bending light to dematerialise at will
Generally targeting the unwary with malignant pranks.

No one thanked Peter for giving her animating her
And all attempts at annihilation failed.
The bitch proved immortal.

This poem was provoked by a nasty dream about my stepson and daughter in law. The facts of the dream are in the poem. I had the dream close to when I opened this thread but the damn thing resisted writing. Y'all know how that goes...

 

[PoetGuy]

He Dreams of Retirement after Reading Kafka

He wore his job like the carapace
Of a large and meaty spider
Who bound his body into place
With Heaven the divider
That barred his scuttling, clicking race
From God or Woman's fond embrace
To labor without hope of Grace
Forever as outsider.




Poet Guy suggests Literotica poets not combine reading The Metamorphosis with a late-night snack of ham sandwich and flat champagne.

 

[butters]

He Dreams of Retirement after Reading Kafka

He wore his job like the carapace
Of a large and meaty spider
Who bound his body into place
With Heaven the divider
That barred his scuttling, clicking race
From God or Woman's fond embrace
To labor without hope of Grace
Forever as outsider.




Poet Guy suggests Literotica poets not combine reading The Metamorphosis with a late-night snack of ham sandwich and flat champagne.

why does this read so damned familiar? is it the rhythmic quality or some of the imagery? upon reading it through just once it has stuck, like it was already there and merely had the dust covers removed...


did i mention it's good?

(makes me wish i'd gone for "proper poetry" with mine 'stead of just prattling with fingertips )

 

[butters]

]The Daughter In Law

Peter tried to make a bride out of paper-mache
Played with the shape for many nights
Then employed magic to give her life.

But she never became friendly
And the strife she caused was endless
Bending light to dematerialise at will
Generally targeting the unwary with malignant pranks.

No one thanked Peter for giving her animating her
And all attempts at annihilation failed.
The bitch proved immortal.

This poem was provoked by a nasty dream about my stepson and daughter in law. The facts of the dream are in the poem. I had the dream close to when I opened this thread but the damn thing resisted writing. Y'all know how that goes...

the poem as a vent serves an important purpose to the wordsmith at times. sad situation for your partner to be caught in, too, V.

No one thanked Peter for giving her animating her
for animating her? for giving her animation/life?

 

[PoetGuy]

why does this read so damned familiar? is it the rhythmic quality or some of the imagery? upon reading it through just once it has stuck, like it was already there and merely had the dust covers removed...

It is entirely possible that Poet Guy has unintentionally plagiarized some theme or rhythm that he has encountered somewhere in the past. He hopes not, but as his memory has become more erratic with age, he would not be surprised if that was the case.

The arachnid imagery is, of course, from Kafka.

 

[butters]

It is entirely possible that Poet Guy has unintentionally plagiarized some theme or rhythm that he has encountered somewhere in the past. He hopes not, but as his memory has become more erratic with age, he would not be surprised if that was the case.

The arachnid imagery is, of course, from Kafka.

duh, i'm not suggesting any hint of plagiarism. i think the sense of familiarity must come from the imagery/rhythm and sound all working together as neatly as they do, rendering the words secondary to the overall impact of the piece, so like a kind of déja vu effect of poetry... the impact registering moments before the slower-to-be-assimilated individual words and crafting.

this is a winner for me. srsly!