20+ Creative And Imaginative Dream Poems For Kids

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Dream poems for kids are like whispers of imagination that dance through the night and weave stories of boundless possibilities. These verses are like starry guides that light up the path to fantastical adventures. With words as their magic wand, these poems help kids explore the landscapes of their dreams. Whether it’s a playful rhyme or a thoughtful stanza, dream poems inspire young minds to reach for the stars and embrace the wonders of their own imagination.

Our selections of creative and imaginative dream poems for kids are like golden tickets to the world of wonders. Through these poems below, kids can be pirates sailing the skies or explorers of their own imagination. Each line is a gateway to a realm where anything is possible, where dreams are as real as the morning sun. These poems encourage kids to embrace their unique visions and follow their hearts, reminding them that the journey of dreams begins with the magic of words. Additionally, dream poems for kids aren’t just fanciful verses; they’re lanterns that light up the path to a world full of hope and aspiration. These poems plant seeds of courage and determination, encouraging kids to believe in themselves and their dreams.

Overall, with words that flutter like butterfly wings and rhythms that echo like heartbeats, these creative and imaginative dream poems for kids create a safe space for kids to express their deepest desires. Dream poems nurture the flame of possibility, reminding kids that every dream, big or small, carries the potential to come true with a sprinkle of imagination and a touch of determination.

20+ Creative And Imaginative Dream Poems For Kids — Dream Flight, Kids Bedtime Illustration, Digital Art Print

1, Happy Children’s Day To The Ghetto World © Roseline Nwachukwu

We don’t live because we’re taught
We live because we’re strong
We live because we’re black
We live because we’re diamond

My black shines
My heart is brave
My dream is big
My future is bright
Different skin,but one colour
Under the sun

It’s children’s day
Am a marlian
Tough at heart
Born normal
But trained soldiers

Water they say has no enermy
So do we
Water they say it’s life
So do we live for tomorrow

Most Children today
Are celebrating already
Some abroad,some ghetto
Some rich,some poor
Today is not all
I still have another day
The future is counting on me

I Celebrate the brave black Children
All over the world

2, The Circle © Hazel Hall

Dreams—and an old, old waking,
An unspent vision gone;
Night, clean with silence, breaking
Into loud dawn.

A wonder that is blurring
The new day’s strange demands,
The indomitable stirring
Of folded hands.

Then only the hours’ pageant
And the drowsing sound of their creep,
Bringing at last the vagrant
Dreams of new sleep.

3, They Had a Dream © David Kendall

They had a dream for the oppressed
Who endured persecution and pain,
From little children to old men and women
By those arrogant, haughty and vain.

They kept the best for themselves
Education, jobs and opportunities for wealth,
The poor had hollow promises and dreams
Empty stomachs and very poor health.

Mother Teresa a lady well known
For her compassion and loving care,
Attended the poor and homeless
Now her name is known everywhere.

One person can make the difference
To help and uplift those in need,
MLK helped pave the way
For equality he took the lead.

But opposition is always present
To destroy the peace of mankind,
And take away one’s freedoms
Leaving death and destruction behind.

The Children of Israel in Egypt
Forced to make bricks by hand,
Persecuted by the ruling Pharaoh
Still as strangers feared in the land.

From days of Roman rule and before
Peasants hard working at best,
Indigenous souls, humble and poor
Who never had the luxury of rest.

The American Indian, another people
Many different tribes then known,
Persecuted when the Europeans landed
And driven off their lands and home.

Slaves brought from continents afar
Captured and in bondage held,
Chained, beaten and placed in ships
And to America they sailed.

Now it’s their children’s lot in life
Earned through their heritage of slaves,
Owned and treated as personal property
Misused, mistreated and enslaved.

Here we are thousands of years later
And the scenario is still the same,
The poor and oppressed of the minority
It’s still the same old game.

Peaceful marches by those with dreams
To protest treatment most unkind,
Abused by the arrogant, haughty and vain
Through unrighteous powers they find.

To protest being second rate citizens
Not allowed the privileges of others,
Our Bill of Rights preaches equality
For we are all sisters and brothers.

Peaceful protests mingled with terror
As hateful protestors joined right in,
And changed the face of peaceful assembly
Into a force of evil and sin.

The dream is becoming a nightmare
Twisted by those full of anger and hate,
Turning what was peaceful and lawful
Into terror that never abates.

Authorities rushing to protect against others
But all are mingled through and through,
They force actions against one another
Which fuels the fires within each of you.

Some crying out for peace and fairness
Others screaming terrible words of spite,
While the blue are caught in the middle
Some protecting, others willing to fight.

All are caught up in the frenzied moments
Using their purposes to justify their means,
To destroy the delicate balance of power
And all Hell breaks loose, it seems.

How do we untangle such a terrible mess?
When all forces are against one another,
Peace and righteousness have fled the scene
As they fight against sisters and brothers.

How many times must we watch the same scene?
How many people need to die in vain?
Why on God’s earth must this evil go on?
Can peace we no longer retain?

What ever happened to integrity and honor?
When man’s word was respected in trust,
When opposing ideals could sit together
And find solutions for all of us.

Greed and corruption have taken over
Man’s morals are no longer the same,
Instead of trust and a willingness to share
Many are changing the face of the game.

“It’s all for me and none for you”
No wonder they continue to fight,
They act like little children again
No longer knowing wrong from right.

We better put God back into the mix
And start following the Golden Rule,
Get the Bible and scriptures out again
And start over with righteous fuel.

Bring back Christianity to the States
Others can follow or praise their own,
As long as none are oppressed
Leave all who worship alone.

4, The Dreams of The Dreamer © Georgia Douglas Johnson

The dreams of the dreamer
Are life-drops that pass
The break in the heart
To the soul’s hour-glass.

The songs of the singer
Are tones that repeat
The cry of the heart
‘Till it ceases to beat.

5, Dreams © Gillian Craig

Last night I flew in outer space
I flew so fast and far.
An alien spaceship tried to chase
Me round a shining star.

Last night I had a pair of wings
But still I couldn’t fly.
I had to watch as other things
Like chairs went floating by!

Last night I helped a dragon with
A roar that had no fire.
I gave it chilli peppers
And watched the flames shoot higher.

Last night I found some magic shoes
Which made me feel so tall.
I jumped so high I couldn’t lose
When I played basketball.

Last night I painted my whole town
In yellow, blue and red.
It looked as if a circus clown
Had coloured it instead.

Each night I curl up in my bed
Excited to find out
What I will be inside my head
What my dreams will be about.

6, Dreams © Darah S

Images of hope,
Locked up fear you share,
Love and desire,
All in your head somewhere.

Dreams are wishes
That let your imagination grow.
They let you travel
Anywhere you can go.

Dreams show your happiest moments,
And what you dread in your heart.
They show you love, how to hold it,
And tell you where to start.

You could feel the beach,
The sand at your feet,
The heart and soul you’ll be able to reach.

Words and images swirl in your mind
That let you express yourself for all time.

And when horrors are received,
And I fall on my knees,
Everything is softened by the memories, the dreams.

7, Rhymes of the Universe © Henry W. Longfellow

“And Nature, the old Nurse, took
The child upon her knee,
Saying, ‘Here is a story book
Thy father hath written for thee.

“‘Come wander with me,’ she said,
‘Into regions yet untrod,
And read what is still unread
In the Manuscripts of God.’

“And he wandered away and away
With Nature, the dear old Nurse,
Who sang to him night and day
The rhymes of the universe.”

8, Dreambeast © Mark Bird

If you have a dream
that won’t go away
that gnaws at your toes
with each waking day

That sings beneath notes
and swirls between stars
From lines in great books
it thrashes and gnarls

From cinema screens
it leaps along light
and twists your insides
and stalks you at night

Then give it attention
Tame that wild dream
It’s there for a reason
yet to be seen

A beast of the future
only you own
Don’t let it escape
into the unknown

Train it with care
and boost its esteem
Spotlight it brightly
so it can be seen

Or dreams can turn nasty
tire and groan
Diminishing creatures
if left all alone

The beast never dies
just shrinks and goes cold
A lone, solemn dream
growing weary and old

Fight the dream-bruisers
wish-batterers too
and splatterers of hope
who’ll be waiting for you

Feel the roar rumble
Hear every shout
It’s your beast of a dream
just dying to get out

9, My Dream © Natasha Singh

Shine, shine little moon;
I wait all day to see you soon.
You appear half, you appear full;
You are the one I want to pull.
If you come down, we will talk a lot;
And play with my sister, a tiny tot.
We will eat all the sweets I get;
We will go to safaris, I bet.
We will play in a sports team;
And have lots of ice-cream.
But dreams are only dreams!
I stand at the window helplessly:
All I can do is wish and see!

10, Dream of a Unicorn © Anonymous

One night, a cold winter night;
My mother tucked me into bed so tight.
On my bed, my cozy bed;
I slipped into a glistening light.
Through the light, I saw a horse so white; it was as white as snow;
It had a horn on its head colored like a rainbow.
I sat on it’s back and it started to fly;
High up we soared the sky.
We flew over fields and ice cream Mountains;
And over colorful chocolate
fountains.
I saw flowers of lollipops;
And golden birds on the treetops.
The breeze was cold my face froze;
And when I woke up I had a red nose.

11, The Light of Dreams © Emma Alice Browne

Last night I walked in happy dreams,
The paths I used to know;
I heard a sound of running streams,
And saw the violets blow;
I breathed a scent of daffodils;
And faint and far withdrawn,
A light upon the distant hills,
Like morning, led me on.

And childish hands clung fast to mine,
And little pattering feet
Trod with me thro’ the still sunshine
Of by-ways green and sweet;
The flax-flower eyes of tender blue,
The locks of palest gold,
Were just the eyes and locks I knew
And loved, and lost—of old!

By many a green familiar lane
Our pathway seemed to run
Between long fields of waving grain,
And slopes of dew and sun;
And still we seemed to breathe alway
A scent of daffodils,
And that soft light of breaking day
Shone on the distant hills.

And out of slumber suddenly
I seemed to wake, and know
The little feet, that followed me,
Were ashes long ago!
And in a burst of rapturous tears
I clung to her and said:
“Dear Pitty-pat! The lonesome years
They told me you were dead!

“O, when the mother drew, of old,
About her loving knee
The little heads of dusk and gold,
I know that we were three!
And then there was an empty chair—
A stillness, strange and new:
We could not find you anywhere—
And we were only two!”

She pointed where serenely bright
The hills yet glowed afar:
“Sweet sister, yon ineffable light
Is but the gates ajar!
And evermore, by night and day,
We children still are three,
Tho’ I have gone a little way
To open the gates,” said she.

Then all in colors faint and fine
The morning round me shone,
The little hands slipt out of mine,
And I was left alone;
But still I smelled the daffodils,
I heard the running streams;
And that far glory on the hills—
Was it the light of dreams?

12, A Dream of a Poem © Dolly Radford

ALL day I read your book; at Eve
Your dreams into my dark sleep stole,
Through the unbroken hours to weave
A picture for my soul.
Now from the deep inspired night
I rise, and, near and stretching far,
I see the earth lie clear and bright
Beneath one morning star.
The great World-Spirit watching still
Broods over all with folded wings,
And ever down-cast eyes until
The first bird wakes and sings,
And through the eastern cloud the sun
Breaks with a new unnumbered day
And now His watching is all done–
The night has passed away.
He turns toward the dawn, and I
Wait as he breathes the sweet fresh air,
Then with a new-born joy I cry
To see His face so fair.

13, Dreams of Flying…. © Derek Davies

Flying without care above the city
Crazy thoughts play out in my mind;
Soaring over rooftops and houses
What wonders there this time I’ll find?

People down below they greet me
With plastic eyes and drawn out smiles;
Forever this world that keeps on changing
A landscape rotating that goes on for miles…

I pass a church its bells there ringing
Perhaps a wedding on this their day;
Children playing, laughing, running
But this dream it calls me, no time to stay…

Over fields of green and tender
Rivers of gold and velvet skies;
Wonders play out right there before me
A magical world of profound surprise..

This world this place that peace laid out before me
Carries me softly along the way;
Marshmallow sheep that graze below me
They bleat their merry song for me to stay..

Then I awake, this my dream now over
Back to a world that is black and white;
Back to a reality that almost never changes
Where reality is real and things are right.

You see these dreams we have are so important
We need them to escape, to refresh the mind;
Memories that take you on a journey
Visions of hope, through dreams to find..

My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray;
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast forever
One grand, sweet song.

I had a boat and the boat had wings;
And I did dream that we went a-flying
Over the heads of queens and kings,
Over the souls of dead and dying,
Up among the stars and the great white rings,
And where the moon on her back is lying.

You can take a tub with a rub and a scrub in a two-foot tank of tin,
You can stand and look at the whirling brook and think about jumping in,
You can chatter and shake in the cold black lake, but the kind of bath for me,
Is to take a dip from the side of a ship, in the trough of the rolling sea.

You may lie and dream in the bed of a stream when an August day is dawning,
Or believe ’tis nice to break the ice on your tub of a winter morning,
You may sit and shiver beside the river, but the kind of bath for me
Is to take a dip from the side of a ship, in the trough of the rolling sea.

When I was a beggarly boy
And lived in a cellar damp,
I had not a friend nor a toy,
But I had Aladdin’s lamp;
When I could not sleep for the cold,
I had fire enough in my brain,
And built, with roofs of gold,
My beautiful castles in Spain!

Since then I have toiled day and night,
I have money and power good store,
But I’d give all my lamps of silver bright
For the one that is mine no more;
Take, Fortune, whatever you choose,
You gave, and may snatch again;
I have nothing ‘twould pain me to lose,
For I own no more castles in Spain!

In midnight dreams the Wizard came,
And beckoned me away—
With tempting hopes of wealth and fame,
He cheered my lonely way.
He led me o’er a dusky heath,
And there a river swept,
Whose gay and glassy tide beneath,
Uncounted treasure, slept.
The wooing ripples lightly dashed
Around the cherished store,
And circling eddies brightly flashed
Above the yellow ore.
I bent me o’er the deep smooth stream,
And plunged the gold to get,—
But oh! it vanished with my dream—
And I got dripping wet!
O’er lonely heath and darksome hill,
As shivering home I went,
The mocking Wizard whispered shrill,
‘Thou’dst better been content!’

Let’s sail all day, away, away
To the splendid Spanish Main
And the sultry seas of the Caribbees
And skies that never rain!

As pirates bold with bags of gold
And cutlasses and things,
We’ll pack doubloons and silver spoons
In chests with iron rings.

And these we’ll carry and secretly bury
In cannibal isles afar;
Like Captain Kidd, when they’re safely hid
We won’t tell where they are.
Let’s sail all day, away, away
To the splendid Spanish Main
And the sultry seas of the Caribbees
—But at night sail home again!

Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.

She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.

Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.

Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart’s core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.

When I did wake this morn from sleep,
It seemed I heard birds in a dream;
Then I arose to take the air—
The lovely air that made birds scream;
Just as a green hill launched the ship
Of gold, to take its first clear dip.

And it began its journey then,
As I came forth to take the air;
The timid Stars had vanished quite,
The Moon was dying with a stare;
Horses, and kine, and sheep were seen,
As still as pictures, in fields green.
It seemed as though I had surprised
And trespassed in a golden world
That should have passed while men still slept!
The joyful birds, the ship of gold,
The horses, kine, and sheep did seem
As they would vanish for a dream.

I
A voice cried to me in a dawn of dreams,
Saying, “Make haste: the webs of death and birth
Are brushed away, and all the threads of earth
Wear to the breaking; spaceward gleams
Thine ancient pathway of the suns,
Whose flame is part of thee;
And deeps outreach immutably
Whose largeness runs
Through all thy spirit’s mystery.
Go forth, and tread unharmed the blaze
Of stars where through thou camest in old days;
Pierce without fear each vast
Whose hugeness crushed thee not within the past.
A hand strikes off the chains of Time,
A hand swings back the door of years;
Now fall earth’s bonds of gladness and of tears,
And opens the strait dream to space sublime.”

II
Who rides a dream, what hand shall stay!
What eye shall note or measure mete
His passage on a purpose fleet,
The thread and weaving of his way!
It caught me from the clasping world,
And swept beyond the brink of Sense,
My soul was flung, and poised, and whirled,
Like to a planet chained and hurled
With solar lightning strong and tense.
Swift as communicated rays
That leap from severed suns a gloom
Within whose waste no suns illume,
The wingèd dream fulfilled its ways.
Through years reversed and lit again
I followed that unending chain
Wherein the suns are links of light;
Retraced through lineal, ordered spheres
The twisting of the threads of years
In weavings wrought of noon and night;
Through stars and deeps I watched the dream unroll,
Those folds that form the raiment of the soul.

III
Enkindling dawns of memory,
Each sun had radiance to relume
A sealed, disused, and darkened room
Within the soul’s immensity.
Their alien ciphers shown and lit,
I understood what each had writ
Upon my spirit’s scroll;
Again I wore mine ancient lives,
And knew the freedom and the gyves
That formed and marked my soul.

IV
I delved in each forgotten mind,
The units that had builded me,
Whose deepnesses before were blind
And formless as infinity—
Knowing again each former world—
From planet unto planet whirled
Through gulfs that mightily divide
Like to an intervital sleep.
One world I found, where souls abide
Like winds that rest upon a rose;
Thereto they creep
To loose all burden of old woes.
And one I knew, where warp of pain
Is woven in the soul’s attire;
And one, where with new loveliness
Is strengthened Beauty’s olden chain—
Soft as a sound, and keen as fire—
In light no darkness may depress.

V
Where no terrestrial dreams had trod
My vision entered undismayed,
And Life her hidden realms displayed
To me as to a curious god.
Where colored suns of systems triplicate
Bestow on planets weird, ineffable,
Green light that orbs them like an outer sea,
And large auroral noons that alternate
With skies like sunset held without abate,
Life’s touch renewed incomprehensibly
The strains of mirth and grief’s harmonious spell.
Dead passions like to stars relit
Shone in the gloom of ways forgot;
Where crownless gods in darkness sit
The day was full on altars hot.
I heard—once more a part of it—
The central music of the Pleiades,
And to Alcyone my soul
Swayed with the stars that own her song’s control.
Unchallenged, glad I trod, a revenant
In worlds Edenic longly lost;
Or walked in spheres that sing to these,
O’er space no light has crossed,
Diverse as Hell’s mad antiphone uptossed
To Heaven’s angelic chant.

VI
What vasts the dream went out to find!
I seemed beyond the world’s recall
In gulfs where darkness is a wall
To render strong Antares blind!
In unimagined spheres I found
The sequence of my being’s round—
Some life where firstling meed of Song,
The strange imperishable leaf,
Was placed on brows that starry Grief
Had crowned, and Pain anointed long;
Some avatar where Love
Sang like the last great star at morn
Ere Death filled all its sky;
Some life in fresher years unworn
Upon a world whereof
Peace was a robe like to the calms that lie
On pools aglow with latter spring:
There Life’s pellucid surface took
Clear image of all things, nor shook
Till touch of Death’s obscuring wing;
Some earlier awakening
In pristine years, when giant strife
Of forces darkly whirled
First forged the thing called Life—
Hot from the furnace of the suns—
Upon the anvil of a world.

VII
Thus knew I those anterior ones
Whose lives in mine were blent;
Till, lo! my dream, that held a night
Where Rigel sends no word of might,
Was emptied of the trodden stars,
And dwindled to the sun’s extent—
The brain’s familiar prison-bars,
And raiment of the sorrow and the mirth
Wrought by the shuttles intricate of earth.

Sunlight, moonlight,
Twilight, starlight—
Gloaming at the close of day,
And an owl calling,
Cool dews falling
In a wood of oak and may.

Lantern-light, taper-light,
Torchlight, no-light:
Darkness at the shut of day,
And lions roaring,
Their wrath pouring
In wild waste places far away.

Elf-light, bat-light,
Touchwood-light and toad-light,
And the sea a shimmering gloom of grey,
And a small face smiling
In a dream’s beguiling
In a world of wonders far away.

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