No, I did not write this poem while lucid (I wish). Rather, it is poem about lucidity and the failure to fulfill one’s goals while dreaming. This was written for a scholarship competition, but I thought I’d share it with you ld4all people who doubtless will understand it better than a panel of judges. Anyway, here it is:
Lucidity and Despair
In my mind a universe grows
Complete, unblemished, and yet
‘Twas not I who chose
These forms, illusions, silhouettes
Too long have they gone on
Uncontrolled
Waiting for my hand to mold
No longer.
Stridently they mock me
Like guardians of a secret
But I possess the key
And this time I do not forget
Looking at my hand
I become lucid
Expectation is my command.
My mind is the only reality;
These defeated spirits are but fictions
With five-minute mortality
Oh imperfect reflections!
Am I powerless to alter thee?
Loved it!!! Maybe the judges won’t get it, but who knows, it still kicks ass as a poem. I like the last paragraph the best. Beautiful stuff Keep writing!
agrees with neo always nice to find a fellow poet, good luck on getting your scholarship
here’s a poem i wrote when i first started lucid dreaming:
[i]After I lie down
In the waning evening.
It dawns on me!
I must be dreaming!
I can touch my touching,
And feel my feeling.
Rule this place;
Find my meaning.
Imagination.
Fantasy.
For some reason it seems
More real to me.
So please don’t end
My reverie.
The world of the physical
Imprisons me.
Reality
Is overrated.
Dreamscapes;
Underestimated.
Concrete objects
Make me jaded.
Curiosity;
Never sated.
When I’m dreaming,
Let me be!
If I Awake,
I’ll be free.
But then it blurs
And fades on me.
My lucid dreams
Escaping me.
There’s a time for giving;
A time for taking.
A time for building;
A time for breaking.
A time for pleasure;
A time for aching.
My time approaches;
A time for Waking.[/i]
hehe for some reason this made me wanna write a poem
Unfortunately i’ve never really wrote a poem and it sucks after i got done but hey it felt good when i wrote it. well here it is tell me what you think and be honest! if it sucks just tell me. it is my first
Lucid dreaming?
Is that some feeling?
Some vast place of joy and healing?
Now its killing, this endless feeling.
I want more!
More joy more healing!
Every night I get this feeling
I know I can go
No when, no where, its just there!
For I do not walk into the dark
I walk inside and see the spark!
This guides my way through the dark.
As I journey through this hall
I see this bright glowing ball.
It opens up and shows all.
What’s this light in front of me?
Is that me?
O what a site
Now to get this every night
As I wake I despair
For no more can I venture there
The journeys at it’s final end
Until tonight I begin once again
Heres a poem i wrote not too long ago, ive recently started writing poetry but i guess its alright
Dream Drum
A rustling in the distance,
source unknown, and yet,
to one is of no concern.
Singing in the distance,
a song without voice or note,
a music which one finds oneself,
dancing to unknowingly,
dancing without intentional movement,
yet natural movement just the same,
the perfect song and dance,
without musicians or audience,
without form or dancing,
occurring with the occasional notice,
of the distance observer within,
awakening without notice,
stirring at the natural orchestra,
and having feeling for the first time,
the observer is no longer distant,
space becomes illusion,
unity apparent, a part of the song,
presence is revealed.
Keep writing!
Neo, I would have to agree that the last paragraph is best.
Especially those first 2 paragraphs…keep writing!
) im not unhappy with it.