I've been reading about lucid dreams today, and I was inspired to write a poem about them. Tell me what you think of it, or post your own poetry if you're so inclined.


In the darkness of nightfall I stare at the ceiling
As I wait for fatigue to take over my head.
Then I lose all the worries that life has me feeling
And I start to forget my existence in bed.

I begin to imagine myself as a being
Free of all of the fears and the angst of the earth.
On this planet of mine I create what I'm seeing
And to all the sensations I feel I give birth.

I have no obligation and no limitation;
There is nothing to tell me what I cannot do.
Creativity gives to me full liberation,
Total access to everything, ancient and new.
Oneironaut Reviewed by Oneironaut on . A poem I've been reading about lucid dreams today, and I was inspired to write a poem about them. Tell me what you think of it, or post your own poetry if you're so inclined. In the darkness of nightfall I stare at the ceiling As I wait for fatigue to take over my head. Then I lose all the worries that life has me feeling And I start to forget my existence in bed. I begin to imagine myself as a being Free of all of the fears and the angst of the earth. Rating: 5