Dream On

It’s close to midnight,
My thoughts are taking flight,
Averse to my sleepy plight,
Restful sleep would be a delight.

My brain decides to spark, to ignite,
Thoughts cluster like a series of kites,
Now I imagine pigeons in tights,
Next the seaward lights.

My neural paths traverse,
Thoughts move in reverse,
Seemingly continuous, like a curse,
Could it be getting worse?

I lay awake,
My eyelids shake,
Of this, I’m unsure of what to make,
That last shot of caffeine was a big mistake!

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An Engineer with bursts of creativity. My poems are mostly rhymes and sometimes take a nonsensical turn. When I'm not working, I write poems or work on paper craft.
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Deepika Chamoli

Beautiful imagination.

Tawanda Alex Jakata

i like this…

Swastika Muduli

Nice rhyme patterns.

Makaylah Downs

This is so quirky and charming, I love it 🙂

Prajvi Mandhani

such a short and cute poem!! i love the way your imagination runs wild !! 🙂

Indrani Saha

Beautiful imagination.And remaining awake all night after a dose of caffeine-so relatable.

Savi Mani

Beautiful poem, nice rhyming


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