Let these poems about dreams inspire you to take your dreams and set goals to achieve them. Many of us have dreams and ambitions however we don't take the necessary steps to turn our dreams into realities.
We hope these poems
inspire and encourage you to make your dreams come alive!
In the depth of nightfall when all is dark and still,
When birds have ceased their singing, night creatures roam at will;
When sight has lost its focus, when eerie sounds occur,
When work is turned to slumber and dreams begin to stir,
When life takes on new meaning, sub-conscience is in charge,
Our lives take new directions, we're free to delve at large.
We travel in the future, we rush back in the past,
We fly like hawks or eagles; our scope is wide and vast.
But morning breaks upon us, our dreams have sped away,
We ponder o'er their meaning, what do dreams really say?
Do they convey a message? Do they produce a plan?
Is it a way to guide us as we live out life's span?
Or is it mere obsession, our thoughts out of control,
Not by design or meaning, just useless on the whole?
We emphasize their virtues, we tally up their score,
Yet dreams are fleeting moments that we can't answer for.
It's in our daylight hours that minds achieve their best,
And even under pressure they'll pass the strictest test.
Minds are a golden treasure, unlimited resource;
A great expanse of knowledge, a strong and vital force.
If used for good, a blessing, a light, a shining ray;
To reach into the darkness, to turn night into day.
Perhaps dreams are adventures experienced in our mind,
That leave when we awaken, their message undefined.
We cannot delve too deeply, we must let some things rest,
The mind has been creative, perhaps a bit obsessed.
Dreams will be dreams, whatever; don't always analyze,
Let nighttime bring you slumber, let dreams be a surprise.
Back of the beating hammer
By which the steel is wrought.
Back of the workshop's damor
The seeker may find the Thought,
The Thought that is ever master
Of iron and steam and steel.
That rises above disaster
And tramples it under heel!
The drudge may fret and tinker
Or labor with dusty blows,
But back of him stands the Thinker,
The clear-eyed man who Knows;
For into each plow or sabre.
Each piece and part and whole,
Must go the Brains of Labor,
Which gives the work a soul!
Back of the motors humming,
Back of the belts that sing.
Back of the hammers drumming,
Back of the cranes that swing.
There is the eye which scans them
Watching through stress and strain.
There is the Mind which plans them—
Back of the brawn, the Brain!
Might of the roaring boiler.
Force of the engine's thrust.
Strength of the sweating toiler.
Greatly in these we trust.
But back of them stands the Schemer,
The Thinker who drives things through;
Back of the Job - the Dreamer
Who's making the dream come true!
Poet: Berton Braley
We were busy making money
In the world's great game;
We were "gathering the honey"
When the vision came.
We greeted it with laughter,
Though we frowned upon
"The fools" who followed after,
When the dream had gone!
Oh, we were canny schemers,
So we sold and bought;
And jeered the silly dreamers
And the dream they sought.
We gave but fleeting glances
To that "hare-brained crew,"
For we took no stock in fancies-
Till the dream came true!
So much had gold imbued us,
So had greed been nursed,
We'd let the Best elude us
And we'd kept the Worst;
We long to "do it over,"
But we cannot try,
For every dream's a rover And our dream's gone by!