Best Day Dream Poems

The cinnamon scented days
in your grandiose porcelain cups,
as you would like to say,
in grass green warmth of May
of the sandal wood shadow
in your valley
made of three warm words from starry dark,
alongside the  moon-circles

It is lovely
A rose dance
In a tipsy trance
A blue Greece peace
descending downward
Shivering moon...

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Bouts of dust splatter in the distance
slowly floating down to the ground
drifting thoughts and mind absent
for i am day dreaming
i can not hear the words that you speak to me
as i begin to realise
and i come back to the reality of my life
i sigh in...

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If you could relive one day of your life..
time lost, now retrieved for just a short while.
To thrust old scheming machinations knife,
or return healing to a lover's smile.

Such a fretted frittering those lost days,
though ones you and I will remember most.
Passions reared high in servile...

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Now you have gone away,
I have not much to say.
Remembering sitting on the bay, 
even when the big clouds were gray.
I know you could not stay,
what I would give for one more day.
You went on your way,
no more running at play.
When silence speaks through a...

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Rainbow skies, ocean current withdrew.
Girl's pert swirls, soft unbound hair, where pearls
shelled mollusk would dare to clasp its curls.
Radiance eyes special gentle blue.

Three feet exhilarating handful.
Sweet, inescapable mud stain cheeks;
cuteness with endless hugs, sunshine streaks,
briny wave tears drop flow buckets full.

Barefoot, tattered, and grass sully...

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Eventide eases a discordant day
as peach amber contrails billow on high.
Pink ginger crawls throughout dark smoky gray
and fades as peaceful night’s cover grows nigh.

An informal jam of the waves below,
throbs in harmonic regularity.
The nourishing sounds, some high and some low,
invigorate with their sweet charity.

Muffled moans...

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Stripes of yellow, gray and blue,
mixed with lavender too...
Spread across the distant sky
The strong wind goes howling by
Windchimes conduct music to hear,
amplifying a beautiful sunset
The sun lowers and removes regret,
Beginnings are born at  the end of the day,
as dreams are created in tunes that...

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~ I DREAM a DREAM ~

I dream a dream so placid~~
**
A commitment that burns every morning brink
I feel the pain as I slip into my shoes of confident
Every day I wonder how much more can I take?
I want to fall right back to sleep, knowing...

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*** YESTERDAY ***
By; John Monteblanco
 
 
Yesterday was another day,
I dream of you under the rain.
All I know is that my love is true and everything else is fake.
Take my hand and venture into a distant land.
No more doctors or medications,
I’m the cure to your...

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The crying of a lonely night, 
pine's branches drooping moonlit white
as sighing winds touch heaven’s gate,
without the need to stand and wait
for every roaming rainclouds' stare,
she needs to ask the why or where
in moments when pain veils her face
so sullen, yet so full of grace;
as...

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When dawn unfolds before you like a silent rose
Awakens all your senses from a deep repose
Arise unshackled from capricious dreams
Step as you dare on stairs of golden sunbeams

Along the once black tunnels where you learned to breathe
Forget the darkest stars that taught you how to...

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Powdered Sugar Daydreams 
 
Time becomes invisible, ceasing to matter
as this place in all its magic and wonder
blooms upon the gardens of our imagination,
playing like birds on a sky of opal blue, wandering streets of old
 
Where rising suns on aqua horizons shift,
singing of a...

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I don't know how could I wake up automatically in the morning
Without any assistance by an alarm set and or by a personal calling

I automatically wake up again in the morning, Huh, I have a new day, 
Something has been waiting for me for a...

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Come to me in a dream tonight,
Tip toe in your gown so white;
Come with ribbons in your hair,
With eyes so blue, your face so fair.

Come to me when midnight’s blue,
But hasten for the hours are few;
The day is done with all its pleasure,
Memories stored now...

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I dreamt of a home of my own as a child
Where the air is always pure and mild 
Where birds and animals did freely roam
and frolic in the soap bubbles and foam.

A house on a tree by the rolling stream
Atop a vanilla cake or cherry...

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