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Dream is a beautifully curated poetry anthology that ventures into the subconscious, the surreal, and the deeply human. Published by The Ravens Quoth Press, this revised edition showcases a wide array of poetic voices from across the globe. With dreamlike lyricism and powerful imagery, each poem becomes a portal—into memory, imagination, grief, longing, healing, and transformation.

The collection moves fluidly between emotional and thematic landscapes: some poems stir with haunting melancholy; others ignite with hope or rage. Whether navigating mental health, love, loss, or spiritual renewal, the poets invite readers to engage in both personal and universal introspection. There’s a cadence of contradiction throughout—quiet rebellion beside aching vulnerability; psychological complexity layered under deceptively simple metaphors.

Ideal for lovers of contemporary, experimental, and emotionally driven poetry, Dream offers readers a space to reflect, wander, and awaken. This anthology will resonate long after the final page, making it an essential addition to the bookshelf of anyone who believes in the transformative power of verse.

Sad poetry with happy outcomes from

Disha Battachararyya
Maggie D. Brace
Vanessa Caraveo
Dr. Patience Chitangwa
Dawn DeBraal
Gabriela Docan
John Drudge
D.J. Elton
Tom Foard
Nusrat M. Haider
Mark Andrew Heathcote
Avery Hunter
Dr. Nithya Mariam John
Phil Knight
Des Mannay
Kelly Matsuura
Aminath Neena
Kurt Newton
Renata Pavrey
Sehloho Piet Rampai
Darren B. Rankins
Lisa Reynolds
McKenzie Richardson
Magnolia Silcox
Swati Singh
Imogen L. Smiley
Lynn White

 Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone? 
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

A Dream within a Dream (1849)
Edgar Allan Poe