Best Daydream Poems
Clair de Lune filters
with wings
through graceful waves of air
in every raindrop ping
creating our symphony
spin me a room
weave me a rainbow
be my shining diamond
always holding me near
play me, persuade me
Emerge in the window to my heart
holding strong same beliefs
pulling pirouetted dreams
a duet of two
roses blooming
spin me a picture
paint me a vivid view
raise me from rags to riches
never throw me away
lift me, kiss me
Come dance with me
Red rambling roses.
Pink parading pansies
Yellow yawning ylang ylang
Scarlet shining strawberries
Gorgeous growing gardenias
Beautiful bending bracken
Lovely lilting lilies
Attractive ambling agapanthus
Carefully crafted
Meticulously maintained
Fastidiously fashioned
Delightful daydream
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I'm drifting along in a boat
In the shade of bald cypress trees
They're covered in gray Spanish moss
Hanging down to their cypress knees
With the swipe of a catfish tail
As he lunges to grab a snack
His splash breaks the afternoon silence
Minnows flee from the hungry attack
Turtles are sunning on an old fallen tree
Bullfrogs croaking for rain
The echoing cries of a lonely loon
As he pauses between refrains
At times escaping into nature
When life gets too extreme
I go back to the days of a country boy
To a boat, on a creek, in a dream
January 14 2017
by Daniel Turner
Up with sun
at the crack of the dawn
Bluebirds are playing
and singing sweet songs
Two deer are feeding
on the edge of the field
The west wind is blowing
all my cares away
Mist is rising
off the shimmering lake
Lost in in the glory
No more can I take
Looking around at
all the beauty and grace
I can only imagine
the look on your face
The time I first met you
The stars shone so bright
The full moon was rising
Illuminating the night
That look in your eyes
When I leaned in for a kiss
The words that you said
On the falling star wish
Daydream of that night
as I look at the lake
Come into my dreams
and we'll never wake
Robins move quickly across the fresh spring grass
gathering foliage for a newly woven nest
Church bells can be heard chiming
rhythmically out in the distant west
Vibrant tulips, lily's and orchids
are exploding in the garden
arousing sensuous scents of jasmine and rose
as a gentle breeze tickles my nose
The sun sprinkles sunshine off the glistening dew
bringing me a smile and thoughts of you
Your warm and loving heart
like the perfect cloudless day
Your sweet and tender touch
taking all my breath away
I sit here enjoying this glorious sight
daydreaming of sharing with you my night
A little daydream, like a butterfly
into my absent mind came fluttering,
in pink and blue pastel. Then to and fro,
it flitted as its wings began to grow.
Above those rainbow wings, I was sitting
as the giant butterfly went flitting
through a field of buttercups. We flew
then toward the sea which sparkled azure blue.
The flying marvel tilted, dropping me
into the crystal waters of the sea.
My body changed upon my daydream’s whim,
and I could breathe beneath the sea and swim.
A mermaid I’d become with hair so long.
I swam to shore and sang a siren’s song.
Sun sank! My lovely daydream slipped away
and left me on my beach towel where I lay.
Jan. 20, 2017
A Daydream
A daydream crashes into my deepest gentle night's sleep
holding sweet those memories I wish forever to keep
Of your sweet touch and beautiful, happy soothing smiles
those that I longed for as we were separated thousands of miles
Such visions I have of your beautiful lips and dark hair
so real I felt I was already in your loving arms right there
How well I remember that blessed night and following day
when duty forced me to depart while you had to sadly stay
Those parting verses you so faithfully read to me
were sweet kisses that remind me of your parting plea
That I live to return to faithfully, happily marry you
as you wait like the thirsty grass for the early morning dew...Robert L.
Always having a problem with dairy,
having adverse side effects pretty fairly,
but being deprived of ice cream is just too much,
whereupon walking down frozen desserts aisle I got a hunch,
I daydreamed I was an ice cream queen,
making ice cream solely out of using soybeans,
helping people with lactose intolerance everywhere,
while helping to make my family and I millionaires,
It would come in all kinds of flavors,
pistachio, chocolate ribbon, anything you favor,
strawberry is the flavor that I would savor,
with nothing artificial on the ingredient label,
Then "poof" my daydream was all gone,
seeing some So Delicious ice cream made me feel undone,
returning home with my soy based vanilla ice cream,
just a middle class lady with a craving and a daydream.
1-14-17
Our lady cashier, Karen, daydreamed again
right past me in a nearby grocery ,
her fingers fumbling over my selection
of cold cuts, bagels,and lemon powder
while a haze seemed
to grasp her thoughts under some frozen
moment of autistic innocence
like a crystallized trance.
So I followed her inside a dreamscape
while Karen narrated
this countless parade of jays hovering
above a sea of orange dahlias . In a flash,
she mumbled about Einstein, asking this man,
" Oh, did your growth hormone intake work
based on relativity's law?" Gently, from a distance ,
she relayed how Joplin wept, tending
children in a monastery--- an abstract recording
through Karen's uncut version of life's tinges.
Faltering in her own universe, she lisped a melody,
"If this were truly heaven, then death
would be it's own reward." And this lady
gently fixed her tidy uniform,
then peered into my eyes ...unseen by anyone
except myself in the din of late afternoon.
" Oh it's you, "Will that be paid in cash,
through coupons or credit card?" Smiling,
I gave some money and walked away...
moved by this rare instance of naturalnesss.
11/28/2016
The Best of James Tate Contest..Space Cadet
A summer smile stuck on my face,
as I watched a soda truck racing
across the yellow maize farm.
"What is a soda truck doing
in the countryside, far away from
shops and clubs?" my workmate asked.
He looked as though he had witnessed
the Roswell event personally.
"Something isn't right," he added.
I smiled and gazed at the truck,
as it became bigger and bigger.
Monotonous tastelessness of rain water,
would soon be replaced by a fizzy, sweet
sensation to my tastebuds.
This would be the dozenth time I tasted
soda without actually drinking it.
To lie in grass while warm breeze blows
Just aware of a sunlit sky
Slumber lightly, slowly, slightly
A half dream serenades the mind
To lie at peace, weightless and warm
Barely know the clear blue sky
Senses dim, then fade then gone
To wake anew, refreshed, reborn
I like it when she talks
I like the way her hands fly through the air, animating, orchestrating a ballad of colourful characters, each word coupled with a swoop or sway or swing or charade.
I like the way her face vivifies as she speaks;
I like the way her eyes ignite, wild flares of delight, a world brimming with bliss behind each hazel iris.
I could gaze into the welcoming warmth of her eyes for an eternity - I would if I could.
I love her voice, but as I listen it soon fades into a sweet symphony of soft nothings, and before long I'm lost, lost in the dreamy embrace of her face and her eyes, and space and time is frozen in place, sublime,
and I like it.
She pauses, and I'm found again.
"Why do you look at me like that?"
Then her dimples appear, summoning a chorus of giggles, and my skin wriggles and tickles with pins and needles. My stomach knots, brimming with butterflies, and as they flutter and fly my mind whirs in stuttered surprise, my heart pounding, my lips dry.
Because her laugh makes my mind fuzz, and her touch makes my skin buzz, and when her cheeks blush I get goosebumps, and if I speak there's a chance I'll mess this up.
So I say nothing.
I answer with a smile, and she replies with her own, and continues her tall tales and anecdotes.
Her hands resume their dance, and I'm lost in my trance of euphoric romance,
Her eyes revitalize, back alive, enlightened, a gateway to hazy horizons and shining diamonds.
And she talks.
And I listen.
And I like it.
A Garden Dreamy
I often dream a sweet little daydream,
of a garden dreamy . . .
A lush woodland place with a flowing stream,
up above are drifting clouds like ice cream;
a realm of floating bees and butterflies,
a paradise of birds songs and plumage;
where green tree leaf frogs sing me lullabies,
taking me back to my childhood age;
and I am a little weepy . . .
Then a little girl stands in a sunbeam!
A sweet girl who left me one winter day,
and her name is Suzanne . . .
She takes me by the hand and giggles gay,
among painted daisies and snowdrops we play;
I was so shy and she was always wild,
we weave in and out of the tall yarrow;
a bouquet of posies, from a lovely child,
then, Suzanne is fading to a shadow;
I dream whenever I can . . .
I daydream this dream that will always stay!
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January 18, 2017
Poetry/Verse/A Lovely Little Daydream
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8867-022-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Screwed XV
sponsor, Rob Carmack
A firestorm of fleeing grace,
A holy aria from its base,
Its mem'ry will not be erased
From you.
The shifting shards of fate and chance,
The phosphorescent great expanse,
It all together seems to dance
For you.
A dream that stood a hundred years,
That, when it died appeared in tears,
And exiled all your joys and fears
Through you.
And when the dawn shrivels, subsides,
The queen of grievance stays your bride,
Though crying, all the dreaming tides,
They flew.
Augment your misery with gloom,
Let loneliness become your tomb,
Instead of watching flowers bloom
In you.
Now if you think you can and care,
That you will swear, that you will dare,
Then dream and it will take you there,
The mew.
You shall not ever justify,
The reasons we would all deny,
That in your life you'll never fly
It's true.
But love it smiles and beckons you
To strive and smile and linger too,
To bid the shame that flows through you
Adieu.
Who knew
That life could be so...
Sky blue!
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 ice cream,
At the foot of a soaring crystal mountain
with a dazzling musical water fountain.
A house of candies, cookies and chocolate
studded with pearls, diamonds and agate,
Amidst a sunflower field or on the moon,
Hugging the ocean or next to a lagoon.
But I live in a hovel by the train tracks
It rattles my bones and almost cracks,
Ha, my sugar and honey dream goodbye
I have the whistling wind for my lullaby.
~Contest by Mystic Rose