Tweetspeak Poetry

  • Home
  • FREE prompts
  • Earth Song
  • Every Day Poems—Subscribe! ✨
  • Teaching Tools
  • Books, Etc.
  • Patron Love

Poetry Prompt: Dream Poems

By Callie Feyen 5 Comments

My plan for my life when my family moved to Ann Arbor was twofold: finish my first book and learn how to sew. I had no plan for how to go about accomplishing either except to write everyday, check out a book or two on sewing basics, and hope I didn’t rip apart or hurt myself too much in either endeavor.

My daydreams are so much more vivacious than the nuts and bolts of their pursuit. I imagined dropping my girls off at school, walking home to a freshly brewed pot of coffee, writing all morning, and after a short (but delicious) lunch), diving into my latest sewing project. Perhaps pillowcases, stockings to hang on the chimney mantle, a pair of shorts for summer.

I went as far as taking a trip to the library downtown where I learned patrons can check out sewing machines. We can check out telescopes, musical instruments, and even paintings to hang on our walls for a time. Libraries are amazing places, I thought to myself as Hadley, Harper, and I made our way there. That day I believed I would fulfill my dream of becoming a seamstress.

That was the same day the girls and I found a fairy village on the corner of 4th and William. They live right across from the bus top, and we would soon learn that fairies lived all over Ann Arbor — their doors inconspicuous on the sides of pubs, ice cream shops, in library bookshelves, next to the stationery and fancy purses in boutiques. The fairy village, though, isn’t hidden, and the day we found it, I was humorously baffled. Who in the world would not only come up with but follow through on the idea to create fairy doors and a village in Ann Arbor? And not just any town. A town that houses the biggest college football stadium in the nation. A town with a university nicknamed “The Harvard of the Midwest.” How do fairies fit into Ann Arbor?

Nevertheless, I liked the idea that small, mystical, imaginative beings flew and shimmered among the maize and blue football boys and the academics, where the big and the small, the loud and the quiet, were equally strong, creative, smart. And necessary.

I never checked out a sewing machine. That day I checked out loads of Young Adult literature, design books and cookbooks, and the girls and I had a bit of a walk back to the car, so I wasn’t sure how I’d carry it all.

I didn’t finish my first book when I thought I would, either. My path to publication was more zig-zaggy and twisty (some might say the path twirled now and then).

But whether I meander or follow a straight line, there are many different ways to dream, if I keep dreaming.

Try It

This week, consider a dream you’ve had (or one you have), and write about it or the path you’ve taken (or are taking) to get there. Try your hand at an object poem. In this form, the subject of your poetry takes the form of the poem. Perhaps the path of your dream is more of a tidal wave, or maybe it’s a trail in the woods. Maybe your poem takes the form of a microphone on a stage, a bouquet of flowers, a firetruck. Or maybe you’re not sure. Just begin and see what shape your dreams take.

Featured Poem

Thank you to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here’s one from Sandra we enjoyed:

Haitian Snapshot

After the girls finish their rice and beans,
I help Chilanchi lug a heavy pail of water down the hill,
my right hand and her left grasping the handle.
She sidesteps and holds her right arm in front of me
like a crossing gate to steady me in case I trip.
A barefoot boy in a holey shirt-gown, its stretched
neck hanging down one shoulder exposing his scapula,
pulls a makeshift car across the dirt path
by two lengths of string tied together
and attached to a piece of cardboard,
its empty snack bag driver
hunched over the imaginary steering wheel.
Three girls share crumbs from a torn-open,
cast-off Cheez-It bag, pass it around so each
can lick off any remaining salt that clings.
Ivelor and I break chunks of chalk to draw
flowers and trees and write names on concrete.
Kids photo bomb a camera session
with a couple chickens and peals of laughter.
Singing pours from one
of the green concrete houses.
“I love you, Sandy,” says Sophonie.
“Mwen renmen w tou,” I say.
I love you, too.
And the brightness of the sun blinds me.

— Sandra Heska King

Photo by Paul van de Velde Creative Commons via Flickr. Post by Callie Feyen.

Browse more poetry prompts

A Writer’s Dream Book

“Callie Feyen has such a knack for telling personal stories that transcend her own life. In my years in publishing, I’ve seen how hard that is—but she makes it seem effortless, and her book is such a pleasure. It’s funny, it’s warm, it’s enlightening. Callie writes about two of the most important things in life—books and clothes—in utterly delightful and truly moving ways. I’m impressed by how non-gimmicky and fresh her writing is. I love this book.”

—Sarah Smith, Executive Editor Prevention magazine; former Executive Editor Redbook magazine

BUY TWIRL NOW

 

  • Author
  • Recent Posts
Callie Feyen
Callie Feyen
Callie Feyen likes Converse tennis shoes and colorful high heels, reading the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins, and the Twilight series. Her favorite outfit has always been a well-worn pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, but she wants hoop skirts with loads of tulle to come back into style. Her favorite line from literature comes from Sharon Creech’s Absolutely Normal Chaos: “I don’t know who I am yet. I’m still waiting to find out.” Feyen has served as the At-Risk Literacy Specialist in the Ypsilanti Public Schools and is the author of Twirl: my life with stories, writing & clothes and The Teacher Diaries: Romeo and Juliet.
Callie Feyen
Latest posts by Callie Feyen (see all)
  • Poetry Prompt: Courage to Follow - July 24, 2023
  • Poetry Prompt: Being a Pilgrim and a Martha Stewart Homemaker - July 10, 2023
  • Poetry Prompt: Monarch Butterfly’s Wildflower - June 19, 2023

Filed Under: Blog, Dream Poems, poetry, poetry teaching resources, writer's group resources, writing prompt, writing prompts

Try Every Day Poems...

About Callie Feyen

Callie Feyen likes Converse tennis shoes and colorful high heels, reading the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins, and the Twilight series. Her favorite outfit has always been a well-worn pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, but she wants hoop skirts with loads of tulle to come back into style. Her favorite line from literature comes from Sharon Creech’s Absolutely Normal Chaos: “I don’t know who I am yet. I’m still waiting to find out.” Feyen has served as the At-Risk Literacy Specialist in the Ypsilanti Public Schools and is the author of Twirl: my life with stories, writing & clothes and The Teacher Diaries: Romeo and Juliet.

Comments

  1. Jake c aller says

    June 17, 2019 at 11:49 am

    The Story of How We Met

    Note: This is a true story. For further details see Dreams and the Unexplainable– a Chicken Soup for the Soul book, published September 2017, or my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com

    It all began in Berkeley, California
    In the spring time of 1974
    One fateful afternoon

    I was doing in my high school Physics class.

    I looked up
    and saw a tall, beautiful Asian woman standing looking at me.
    She was the most beautiful women
    in the universe to me

    I screamed out, who are you?
    She disappeared like she was beamed away from my dream.

    I knew that someday I would meet the girl
    In the dream

    Little did I know
    I would have to wait until 1982

    Starting that month
    I began having the same dream Month and month and month.
    Always the same.

    She was saying something to me in a strange language.

    Then one day I had the dream and knew that she was in Korea.

    So, I chose to go Korea
    In the Peace Corps,

    Somehow knowing
    That I would meet her there.

    One day
    A year after the Peace Corps ended
    A month before I planned
    to leave to return
    to the U.S. for graduate school

    That morning early in the morning
    I had the last of these dreams.
    This time I understood her.

    She said, “Don’t worry.
    We’ll meet soon”.

    That evening
    As I was getting off the bus
    To go to my class

    I saw getting off the bus
    The girl in my dream.
    It was she!

    I was speechless.
    I did not know what to do.

    Over the course of the evening I ran into her several times.

    Finally, I was introduced to her.
    I muttered some lame excuse
    About wanting to find a Korean tutor and got her number.

    The next day she came to the gate
    Of my base where I was teaching
    ESL to Koreans
    She said that she had to speak with me.

    I told to wait in the library
    for about an hour,
    and I would cancel class

    and meet her then.
    We went out for coffee.

    She told me that she was madly in love with me

    And simply had to have me.
    I told her I felt the same way.

    I proposed five days later,
    And got married one month later. Does she believe this story?

    She claims she does not believe it Because it is impossible to be true.

    But I know that there are other worlds and other times.

    In a past life we must have been together somehow. And our love was so strong

    That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.
    She found me in 1974,

    But it took until 1982
    For us to meet.

    And it has been 35 years
    Since we met in the physical sphere
    Or 43 years since the dream began

    And I still recall the dream
    And meeting her

    I had no choice
    When I met her
    We were fated to be together
    Until the end of this lifetime
    And the next and the next

     

    Reply
  2. Bethany R. says

    June 17, 2019 at 4:27 pm

    Callie, thanks for yet another creative and thoughtful poetry prompt. I like how you shared a dream that hasn’t yet unfolded (the sewing) and one that has (the book!).

    Sandra, I love how you closed your touching poem. That image and feeling is sticking with me.

    Reply
  3. Isabelle G. Schlegel says

    June 17, 2019 at 11:19 pm

    On Campus

    On campus is where visions reside
    Behind every eye
    Of the future artist
    The musician
    The poetess
    The physician.
    Where the influx
    Of learning floods our tired
    But steadfast minds
    And waters that seed
    Within each of us, nurtured
    By knowledge
    But strengthened by
    The flaming passion
    Possessed by the song
    Of distant daydreams.

    We draw the rope
    Closer to our heart
    With each step we take
    To reach the stars.
    On campus is where possibilities flower, blooming with the sunlight
    Of inspiration and wild
    Brilliant ideas, guiding
    Those hurried footsteps
    To know exactly where they
    Want to go.

    On campus is where opportunities are seized,
    And the day that dawns
    Is another chance at owning
    What you used to see
    In your childhood dreams.
    To take what they said
    Was frivolous thinking-
    Because thinking
    Can never be frivolous.
    To raise your flagpole
    On the undiscovered craters
    Of the dark side of the moon,
    Where no man has tread
    You plant your own
    Seeds. Because you are
    A dreamer of universal dreams,
    The student
    The soldier
    The fighter
    The leader.

    On campus is where the tide of your actions
    Will reach the shore of the
    Universe’s starry edge, and
    On the university of truth
    And the school of drive
    Those stars shine
    To be discovered
    By the sheer radiance
    For which you strive.

    Reply
    • Bethany says

      June 17, 2019 at 11:50 pm

      I like that thought of “undiscovered craters,” Isabelle. Thanks for sharing your words with us. 🙂

      Reply
  4. Katie says

    June 18, 2019 at 2:00 pm

    Callie,
    These words will stick with me:

    “My daydreams are so much more vivacious than the nuts and bolts of their pursuit.”

    AND

    “But whether I meander or follow a straight line, there are many different ways to dream, if I keep dreaming.”

    Gratefully,
    Katie

    Reply

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Take How to Read a Poem

Get the Introduction, the Billy Collins poem, and Chapter 1

get the sample now

Welcome to Tweetspeak

New to Tweetspeak Poetry? Start here, in The Mischief Café. You're a regular? Check out our May Menu

Patron Love

❤️

Welcome a little patron love, when you help keep the world poetic.

The Graphic Novel

"Stunning, heartbreaking, and relevant illustrations"

Callie Feyen, teacher

read a summary of The Yellow Wallpaper

meet The Yellow Wallpaper characters

How to Write Poetry

Your Comments

  • Glynn on World War II Had Its Poets, Too
  • Sandra Fox Murphy on World War II Had Its Poets, Too
  • Glynn on Poets and Poems: Kelly Belmonte and “The Mother of All Words”
  • Bethany R. on Poets and Poems: Kelly Belmonte and “The Mother of All Words”

Featured In

We're happy to have been featured in...

The Huffington Post

The Paris Review

The New York Observer

Tumblr Book News

Stay in Touch With Us

Categories

Learn to Write Form Poems

How to Write an Acrostic

How to Write a Ballad

How to Write a Catalog Poem

How to Write a Ghazal

How to Write a Haiku

How to Write an Ode

How to Write a Pantoum

How to Write a Rondeau

How to Write a Sestina

How to Write a Sonnet

How to Write a Villanelle

5 FREE POETRY PROMPTS

Get 5 FREE inbox poetry prompts from the popular book How to Write a Poem

Shakespeare Resources

Poetry Classroom: Sonnet 18

Common Core Picture Poems: Sonnet 73

Sonnet 104 Annotated

Sonnet 116 Annotated

Character Analysis: Romeo and Juliet

Character Analysis: Was Hamlet Sane or Insane?

Why Does Hamlet Wait to Kill the King?

10 Fun Shakespeare Resources

About Shakespeare: Poet and Playwright

Top 10 Shakespeare Sonnets

See all 154 Shakespeare sonnets in our Shakespeare Library!

Explore Work From Black Poets

About Us

  • • A Blessing for Writers
  • • Our Story
  • • Meet Our Team
  • • Literary Citizenship
  • • Poet Laura
  • • Poetry for Life: The 5 Vital Approaches
  • • T. S. Poetry Press – All Books
  • • Contact Us

Write With Us

  • • 5 FREE Poetry Prompts-Inbox Delivery
  • • 30 Days to Richer Writing Workshop
  • • Poetry Prompts
  • • Submissions
  • • The Write to Poetry

Read With Us

  • • All Our Books
  • • Book Club
  • • Every Day Poems—Subscribe! ✨
  • • Literacy Extras
  • • Poems to Listen By: Audio Series
  • • Poet-a-Day
  • • Poets and Poems
  • • 50 States Projects
  • • Charlotte Perkins Gilman Poems Library
  • • Edgar Allan Poe Poems Arts & Experience Library
  • • William Blake Poems Arts & Experience Library
  • • William Shakespeare Sonnet Library

Celebrate With Us

  • • Poem on Your Pillow Day
  • • Poetic Earth Month
  • • Poet in a Cupcake Day
  • • Poetry at Work Day
  • • Random Acts of Poetry Day
  • • Take Your Poet to School Week
  • • Take Your Poet to Work Day

Gift Ideas

  • • Every Day Poems
  • • Our Shop
  • • Everybody Loves a Book!

Connect

  • • Donate
  • • Blog Buttons
  • • By Heart
  • • Shop for Tweetspeak Fun Stuff

Copyright © 2025 Tweetspeak Poetry · FAQ, Disclosure & Privacy Policy