Best Daydreamer Poems
"The Dream Manipulator"
A wish upon the stars I see
Magical moments with sweet surrenders
Embrace the twinkle notes
My lid slip into an everlasting feel~ In trance, I dream
Candle wax drips with the night
Bejeweled with bloodshot posies
Lavander occupies scenery
A tune seductive and real~ In trance, I dream
In the country of warm fairy lights
I follow and listen to the echoes
Drifting around the moon's glow
Fog leaks under the new sky~ In trance, far from reality
Lost to the calmness
My physique belongs to the night
Giving life to an ordinary page
Faint away to your beating pulse~ In trance, I dream
Savoring the previous forecast.
The furnace kept warm
Motions moving from this curse
Sun-dance, away from the rain~ In trance, I dream
Suave lid pulls in the glow.
Soft memory fades away the feeling of yesterday
The day swings in a new journey
“DENIAL” is my choice of food~ In trance, I belong to my dream...
Susan
wife of Bill,
mother of Brock, Julianna, Jocelyn, Marcus
Heather and Billy, Jr.
grandmother of Logan, Delaney and Isaac
daughter of Alice and Albert and sister of Michael and Diane
lover of family, imagination and artistic expression, the skies in all its moods and wild places
who is patient with others but impatient with self, is inquisitive, confident yet insecure
who embraces laughter as well as tears, the thrill of wonderment, the beauty of empathy
and fears loss of freedom, the unknown and hateful emotions
who would like to see her children’s dreams come true, the other side of the heavens and the end of man’s inhumanity to man, animals and Nature
a proud lifelong resident and beach enthusiast of the South Coast of Massachusetts
Ashley.
Susan Ashley
October 14, 2019
Wordweaver
inquisitive, imaginative, intuitive and playful
daughter of Alice and Albert
lover of my twin flame, family and Nature
who feels appreciation, delight and empathy
who fears oppression, the unknown and hateful emotions
who dreams new dreams, believes in tomorrow, never gives up
resident of Acushnet, Massachusetts
Gelinas
My husband Bill my center flame
and I the moth drawn in so close
he bathes my life with candlelight —
I shed my wings and fall for him again and again
Hello, I say to my one and only sweetest devotion
Daydreamer, I know it was like a million years ago
When rolling in the deep, river Lea stirred emotion
I miss you my hometown glory, but you don't know
Daydreamer, I know it was like a million years ago
I want to make you feel my love, I'm crazy for you
I miss you my hometown glory, but you don't know
Don't melt my heart to stone, our love is still true
I want to make you feel my love, I'm crazy for you
Why don't you remember, we set fire to the rain
Don't melt my heart to stone, our love is still true
All I ask is lay me down gently if it all ends in vain
Why don't you remember, we set fire to the rain
Rumor has it, someone like you dating my friend
All I ask is lay me down gently if it all ends in vain
Water under the bridge if we've hit the deadend
Rumor has it, someone like you dating my friend
Turning tables, allow me to confess, I found a boy
Water under the bridge if we've hit the deadend
Sweet like you when we were young, he's my joy
Turning tables, allow me to confess, I found a boy
Take it all, cooed my love in the dark, near skyfall
Sweet like you when we were young, he's my joy
He won't go there yet, but I'll be waiting for his call
Take it all, cooed my love in the dark, near skyfall
When rolling in the deep, river Lea stirred emotion
He won't go there yet, but I'll be waiting for his call
Hello, I say to my one and only sweetest devotion
April 5, 2018
First Place in Musical Pantoum contest by Silent One
Poem of the day on April 7, 2018
This poem includes the following 27 Adele titles:
All I ask Crazy for you Daydreamer
Don't you remember He won't go Hello
Hometown glory I found a boy I miss you
I'll be waiting Lay me down Love in the dark
Make you feel my love Melt my heart to stone Million years ago
One and only River lea Rolling in the deep
Rumor has it Set fire to the rain Skyfall
Someone like you Sweetest devotion Take it all
Turning tables Water under the bridge When we were young
I long for a moment, to wander away
One respite of summer, that has drifted away
I wish I could lie down flat like a child
Watch as the clouds drift over my head
Hide in the grass, and smile in my bed
To remind me what matters, and to dream for awhile…
once an old girl from old kent
dreaming ten years in a tent
awoke to find
out of her mind
shes ten years behind in rent.
It was fluid, softly palpatating
at the same rhythm as my heartbeat.
The orb was perfect in every way.
Made of polygons too small for the naked eye to see,
each one pulsing at exactly the same frequency,
at the same instant.
Capable of instantly knowing and feeling the same thought,
each one as all the rest.
To move, and shape,
and seem to take on a mind of its own,
yet always in tune with the master.
Each aligned magnetically,
their bond impervious to the
most destructive of forces.
They resist heat, pressure and corrosion,
only bending to the will of the master.
As I approached the orb
my outstretched arm penetrates it easily.
The polygons react so quickly, I feel nothing.
I can pass to the inside without so
much as a molecule of oxygen following.
Inside, the iridescent glow of anti matter brightens
as I slowly begin to amalgamate into the structure,
each molecule designed and programmed
to go to a specific place, to perform a specific task,
all functioning equally efficient, expending energy
to be replaced by the strange blue green aura
emanating from another orb, a very small one,
vibrating at multiple frequencies controlled by the loci
of their constantly changing interrupts.
Nothing seems to move except for the slight vibration
of the small orb as the frequencies shift and change
in odd behavior, producing a definite pattern of sounds.
Slowly the larger orb brightens
revealing plasmatic form and structure.
Layer upon layer, deeper and deeper,
the orb expands by the square of the exponent,
until at last sitting alone in a vast wilderness of only darkness,
I remove two small objects glowing - - -
One from each pouch located on either cheek.
As I bring them together slowly, a sudden flash of light
takes on almost a solid form.
“So, how was your day” she says, as I seated myself for supper.
Dedicated to the little boy in me.
May 2010 Charles Henderson
They call her a daydreamer
with eyes that sparkle like stars;
Her wishes, flecks of glitter,
enticing, she'll steal your heart
Light floods, glowing her desire,
Illuminating the path;
A compass points to inspire,
staring back, she's a photograph
They call her a daydreamer
that smile will magnetize;
One glance causes quite a leer
Her ideas hypnotize.
If only I could take you on a tour
To the worlds that my brain has built
And show you the lives I live
The colors I paint my walls with
The stories I draft on my brain cells
The places I travel to
And the places that I create inside it
Would you have understood me, maybe.
My love my symphony
My Reality
I ponder and wait for your return
To which I worry with concern
It's been far to long this war
My fingers actively write this score
my music inspires hope to your cause
As sleepless nights I long for your touch
Your sacrifices are to much
For your king and country
I wish you could see
That a woman's love needs you
Please keep safe in all you do,
remember to hold my heart in your endeavour
For I will love you forever.
The rain is diluting the seawater
The waves seem higher and rougher
I´m blown by the storm wind
Dancing in the rain in my mind
I’m joyfully leaping like a clown
Among raindrops falling down
I’m nowhere and everywhere
People call me a daydreamer
We are made to make it up as we go
extracting wild ideas from our minds;
Dancing to music no one else can hear
yet graceful every motion seems to flow;
Buried moments turn into hidden finds
once uncovered they never disappear;
The strongest cravings you can satisfy
just escape reality shut those blinds;
Fall asleep wander without any fear,
listen to a daydreamer’s lullaby
my dear.
i cannot help that i am a daydreamer on earth
i travel into space to get away from the normal creatures
on my little journey, i discover my head and work to clear it to crystalline
i may be banned from the overabundance of crumpled paper on the alternative planet's floor
however i repay the community with my creative prowess
i guess they accept the value of my sincerity
i just wish that i could get that on earth
maybe then i would not have to come here to find the solace that i desire
then again, a new respect for the the expansion of my mind's eye is what i surprisingly acquire
Notebook décor, hearts and flowers, created with glitter pens, and pretty inks.
Fancy bubble letters writing out love, tulip, magic, and other dainty words.
Mrs. John Pebbles, slyly written inside the notebook, or hidden without, as to not alert
Fourteen-year-old shy John, who might instantly flame up with a horrified red face.
The thirteen-year-old artist/daydreamers smiles as she doodles and colors, math class long forgotten.
She begins coloring in her shapes with turquoise, purple, lavender, pink, red, and yellow.
“MARY!”
Teacher sounds irritated to the listeners in the class.
Mrs. John Pebbles does not hear, she is enmeshed in a glorious daydream with her prince.
“MARY!” A few others look up, but not Mrs. J.
Colored pens are rapidly confiscated by teacher in a swift angry arm swoop upon Mary’s desk.
Mrs. John Pebbles looks up and glares at her with her full woman glare.
A housewife one second, and now a mere thirteen-year-old in math class.
A woman who cannot adorn is a woman scorned.
Daydreams are not the perogative of the very young.
The older one gets, the more we need to stray...
We set our minds on the immediate task
So careful, we tred, of not losing the way,
Yet often our thoughts come to a cross-road
Where a wooden signpost may have a name
A name that takes our thoughts to another day
Another place, another face
And suddenly our thoughts journey through the unexpected
No more a road of painful duty, of deep reluctance
On the contrary, ...
A coming home to thoughts that fill the heart
Where common sense flies out the window
To be replaced by the reasonless
Excitement of a child returning home from school
Knowing that summer, or a holiday, begins in the morrow
Coming home,
Coming home to a splendid world
If only in a dream