Best Daydreamed Poems
She wore a gingham apron,
battled dirt on hands and knees
while garments washed swayed brightly
on a clothesline in the breeze.
She sewed and worked a garden,
did the dishes all by hand;
her wiggling giggling kids
would straighten up at her command.
Her leftovers were loved as much
as was the ginger cake
she drizzled with that special sauce
she always used to make.
Today they’d call her backwards,
for no feminist was she!
But all she’d ever daydreamed of
was what she came to be.
(For Mac's "Anything Goes Again" contest)
Categories:
daydreamed, dedication, work
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
daydreamed, dream, health, imagination,
Form:
Light Verse
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
Categories:
daydreamed, dream, imagery,
Form:
Narrative
Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh!
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule, there must be no slack,
To ensure there were plenty of goodies for Santa's toy sack!
Elfie was a mischievous but a hard-working little sprite.
He was the littlest elf of all, alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just couldn't do anything right!
For instance, he put Jills in boxes meant for Jacks-In-The-Box,
And placed chirping chickadees in all the fancy cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!
Talking dollies counted cadence, "Hup, two, three, four!"
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labled Tinker Toys.
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!
Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars,
So I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas Stars!"
He did so well that Santa asked, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant Star atop every child's Christmas Tree?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
daydreamed, christmas, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
In my youth, sometimes walking down the street, I daydreamed,
fantasizing all the thrills fate had in store for me.
Reveries of romance became reality for such unbelievably short time
at last I tossed those foolish daydreams to the side!
What good were they? It seems to me, we’re dealt
fate’s hand, whatever it may be. Now as I grow older (wiser?)
I know where wishful thinking gets me. Old reveries have died.
I wonder now if it’s too late to wait again for fate to realize new dreams!
July 3, 2018 for Silent One's Eight Lines Of Fate, When You Wonder If It Is Too Late Poetry Contest
Categories:
daydreamed, fate,
Form:
Prose Poetry
It sat on Miss Ruth's desk, a sphere of intrigue and wonder.
'Twas a globe that in my reveries I'd gaze at and ponder.
It depicted marvelous vistas that seductively beckoned me,
And lit a fire in my youthful soul for places I yearned to see!
How my free spirit longed to escape her penetrating eyes,
And sail upon the foamy seas or soar thro' pristine skies,
To mysterious far-away lands of which I could only dream.
The globe hypnotized me as it basked in the sunlight's beam.
Ah! To scale the heights of Mount Fuji in beautiful Japan,
Or travel the rugged Khyber Pass in mysterious Pakistan.
To glide past ancient, majestic castles on the River Rhine,
Or visit holy places where Jesus walked would truly be devine!
I daydreamed about a safari to the nation of Mozambique;
I pined to see Mount Pelee Volcano on the Isle of Martinique.
The Egyptian Pyramids along the River Nile I must also see,
And Holland's windmills, tulips and its famed Zuider Zee!
What exotic places Casablanca, Istanbul and Athens must be!
And I want to see the lovely islands of the Caribbean Sea.
With glazed eyes I'd fantasize about world-wide expeditions,
'Til she'd wake me from my trance with scorching admonitions!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
daydreamed, placesme, places, river,
Form:
Rhyme
I have no terribly strong ambitions
and no burning desire to do something totally new.
I’ve seen, heard, smelled, tasted and felt so many things.
As a child I daydreamed.
Today such dreams are rare.
The wisdom of the “ages” has proved to me
the futility of dreams too high,
for I have learned by now
that if I had truly wanted
the fantastic things I’d once desired,
surely I’d have fought and gotten them by now.
And when I think of it, I did manage to achieve
some measure of success with poetry,
having wished once upon a time
to be able to write as did my beloved mentor -
hundreds upon hundreds of poems!
I live the fantasy of life vicariously through movies!
If I had any kind of bucket list, I suppose it would be
to watch every good movie ever made
and every one that will be made in the future!
However, that cannot be a suitable item for a bucket list
when I am always watching movies anyway to achieve that goal!
I am satisfied with life.
Even on a bad day, I am thankful for small comforts,
my home and family, friendships, poetry, the many pets I’ve loved,
the joy of simple pleasures such as music, books and food,
past experiences, future plans, and the daily routines I enjoy.
And so I search my mind to know what would be on my bucket list,
but I honestly can’t say.
I have only this to say about the “bucket”:
I hope I might learn how, in the end,
to painlessly *kick it!
* For those who don’t know: To kick the bucket means to die.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For Frank Herrera's Bucket List Contest
Categories:
daydreamed, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Mint, peppermint, Cool Mint, badminton. . . .
But that's not what I meant.
You still don't know what I meant?
Then I'll give you a hint.
There's a famous guy named Clint.
Yes, his family name is Eastwood.
As an actor, he's sharp as a flint.
He always wears a shirt with a nice tint.
He hates to drive a car with a dint.
He once wrote a book that never got out of print.
He once daydreamed of being a quint.
He's diligent, he always works without a stint.
"Go ahead, make my day!"
says he, with his eyes shining with a glint.
So tidy is he, well-dressed is he,
without a single loose piece of lint.
Never did he do that, no he didn't.
So said he, with his trademark squint.
But he's not learned enough to be able to read a Septuagint.
Once he broke his leg, and they had to put it into a splint.
Categories:
daydreamed, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Jealousy overcomes me like
an anaconda suffocating my prideful puffed penguin chest
and the thought of your hand running across the skin of someone else is grievous
So uncomfortable, I feel a wave of something wearisome, and it's left a skunky sour taste in my
mouth,
nauseas at the fact that you could look that way.... at someone ELSE
A wave of irritability floods over me like a tsunami of self doubt, I take my aggression out on
myself
curse obscenities to numb the guilt of my defeat in all interpersonal relationship realms
I know that I will never measure up to the standards of perfection, that I have daydreamed up
I feel like a child reaching up to the cookie counter, but I can never manage to reach that
perfection shelf
Categories:
daydreamed, confusionme,
Form:
Free verse
"Who am I? Larry the fly!" -Larry
Larry daydreamed of being a fly.
Eventually he began to live his life
As if he really were a fly.
When people asked in horror,
"Larry, why are you eating dog ****?"
Larry would calmly reply, "I'm a fly."
Categories:
daydreamed, crazy, dream, funny, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
Behold, Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3
Children are faithfully a blessing from Lord God
Lord God has blessed us with countless amounts of items so where should I start
I suppose the heart is the most accurate area to start; because the minute you sacrifice birth to a newborn it’s a fresh start for your heart
When the newborn grows to be one or two that’s the moment you draw your chart
Invest in a Gerber Life plan
Provide a stunning future plan
Regardless if you sacrificed birth to a girl or The Wayans littleman
Tahj Mowry daughter or guy my child’s smart
Once you bring home satisfactory grades I’ll reward you with something in my cart
I’ll purchase you several games plus Mario cart
On the other hand once you ignore your home matters; mother will pop you the opposite of pop tarts
Construct your personal business similar to Vince Mchahon
On no matter what contribute wholly that’s all I demand
Am I speaking in French, Greiche, or Spanish Nike check for understanding
Whatever you do in the light similarly do in the dark
Under no circumstances conceal anything; Lord God Lord Jesus Christ notices everything particularly in the dark
You will pay for your sins Lean on Lord God not Joe Clark
You watch the Simpsons please don’t live to be the next Bart
Grant your existence to Lord God and your achievements will expand
Pay attention to who you call your friend there’s no love in a band
I bear in mind like it was yesterday when you were playing in the sand
Daydreamed the other day I was walking you through the park
Alongside your pup name Mark composing loud barks
Seeing is believing to children if you didn’t believe me mortals didn’t believe Noah about the ark
It’s a benediction to provide you with a dinner fork
Lord God is with you ubiquitously so lunge out and grasp his Mighty hand
It’s a prosperous life with a career collecting cans
Jostle relentlessly multiple punches Joe Frazier landed to possess income to acquire multiple lands
Hygiene is vital love water like a shark
Your wardrobe like noodles select diverse flavors other than pork
If you’re under the weather where ever you are I’ll explore the nearest port
Son/Daughter I’ll Love you eternally even when I’m a corpse.
Categories:
daydreamed, children,
Form:
Rhyme
After you left
I daydreamed about your smile
And listened to your voice
In the echoes of my mind.
Outside, beyond the loneliness
Of my heart,
The crisp golden rouge
Of autumn tumbled in
Sweeping and floating
In a melancholic haze;
Yet here, alone
With the worn fabric of
My memories
I just existed and fell
Into your smile
That continually looped
Over and over again.
Categories:
daydreamed, love, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
Behold, Children are a gift from the LORD; they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3
Children are faithfully a blessing from Lord God
Lord God has blessed us with countless amounts of items so where should I start
I suppose the heart is the most accurate area to start; because the minute you sacrifice birth to a newborn it’s a fresh start for your heart
When the newborn grows to be one or two that’s the moment you draw your chart
Invest in a Gerber Life plan
Provide a stunning future plan
Regardless if you sacrificed birth to a girl or The Wayans littleman
Tahj Mowry daughter or guy my child’s smart
Once you bring home satisfactory grades I’ll reward you with something in my cart
I’ll purchase you several games plus Mario cart
On the other hand once you ignore your home matters; mother will pop you the opposite of pop tarts
Construct your personal business similar to Vince Mchahon
On no matter what contribute wholly that’s all I demand
Am I speaking in French, Greiche, or Spanish Nike check for understanding
Whatever you do in the light similarly do in the dark
Under no circumstances conceal anything; Lord God Lord Jesus Christ notices everything particularly in the dark
You will pay for your sins Lean on Lord God not Joe Clark
You watch the Simpsons please don’t live to be the next Bart
Grant your existence to Lord God and your achievements will expand
Pay attention to who you call your friend there’s no love in a band
I bear in mind like it was yesterday when you were playing in the sand
Daydreamed the other day I was walking you through the park
Alongside your pup name Mark composing loud barks
Seeing is believing to children if you didn’t believe me mortals didn’t believe Noah about the ark
It’s a benediction to provide you with a dinner fork
Lord God is with you ubiquitously so lunge out and grasp his Mighty hand
It’s a prosperous life with a career collecting cans
Jostle relentlessly multiple punches Joe Frazier landed to possess income to acquire multiple lands
Hygiene is vital love water like a shark
Your wardrobe like noodles select diverse flavors other than pork
If you’re under the weather where ever you are I’ll explore the nearest port
Son/Daughter I’ll Love you eternally even when I’m a corpse.
Categories:
daydreamed, children,
Form:
Rhyme
First loves are hardest to get over
They stay with you till your last day
She helped me learn what love was
And her name was Katie Mae
And when I was just a boy
She helped me become a man
My destiny seemed to rest there
Right in the palm of her hand
But little did I know she
Would spread her wings and fly
Leaving this lost and lonely boy
Filled with emptiness inside
She was honeysuckle in May
The best one in the bouquet
Her sundresses always tempted
And her name was Katie Mae
Now when I look back on my memories
My cloudy mind becomes so clear
I can picture her in the hallway
It's stuck with me all these years
I remember asking:
Katie May I talk to you real fast
Katie May I take you to the prom
She smiled and softly said yes
My inhibitions soon were gone
From that day on my whole life changed
It would never be the same
I spent that summer, living my dreams
In the arms of Katie Mae
But young love has a way
To somehow grow apart
Leaving holes that still reside
In that once young man's heart
I hear Katie's married now
And she's finally settled down
But one day I got a call
Saying she'd be back in town
I remember how I felt
Mixed emotions ruled that day
Yet somehow I traveled back
To another time, another place
So I asked her:
Katie may I take you out to dinner
Katie may we talk about old times
Katie mae said she would have changed things
Said she was young and she was blind
I just smiled as I sat there
Thinking about what she had said
Hanging on to every line
Wishing, as we reminisced
I daydreamed:
Katie may I take you to the movies
Even heard Katie Mae say I do
These were all the things I once hoped for
If Katie Mae only knew
Categories:
daydreamed, emotions, feelings, first love,
Form:
Lyric
Double date; in a car’s back seat
could he hear my heart wildly beat?
Love songs played on the radio.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
That long first kiss had been so great
I couldn’t wait for our next date.
I daydreamed of how things might go.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
Once more he held me in his arms.
“Son of a Preacher Man” had charms,
like in that old song I loved so.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
Of course he could not take things far
with me, the teen girl in that car.
Full bliss with him I’d never know.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
He was a guy with need for more.
I became a girl to ignore.
Kisses had sufficed for me though.
Oh, afterglow, sweet afterglow.
Categories:
daydreamed, nostalgia,
Form:
Kyrielle