Best Daydreaming Poems
You will need a terrific setting. The suck up kids are nodding.
Make sure that your character is interesting.
She says this in a monotone voice.
The only voice she has.
The one that puts me to sleep.
I languish back, whispering with my tree.
A willow with flowing hair, and a sweet nod.
Her bluebirds call my name, inviting me to dance.
A teacher’s droning is in the background, but I can ignore her.
She is easy to ignore.
Here is a template you’ll need.
Two teacher’s pets immediately say they will pass them out.
The teacher calls another one’s name.
A reluctant student who is probably in the land of giants
Slaying dragons.
I smile. It’s not me this time.
Cardinals and robins flit over, hunting for food.
There is a brush against my arm. It’s the template.
But I pretend it is the willow tree, loving me.
My eyes begin to close, a nap in the works.
I enjoy my soft day with her gentle quick ways.
I am in the zone, asleep under the willow. It is a warm day. The sun is gentle.
“Will need a partner,” teacher says, bringing me back to my 5th grade desk.
I choose Jameson, I say, noting his horrified look.
He knows I did not hear almost any of the instructions.
They all know I am usually more than half asleep in most of my classes.
Someone giggles.
The teacher must have given her a sharp look.
The giggle stops in mid giggle.
Jameson is terrified that I will not know what to do, but I do.
Taking the paper out of his hand, I offer to do the writing.
I ask for his ideas.
He has none.
So I begin with a flourish!
Looking outward.
She’s had a hard life, yet can still laugh and smile,
making it look effortless and genuine.
Looking bubbly and youthful, glowing from happiness
like she knows no other way to live.
I’d like to understand -- I really would.
She’s more than a survivor -- she’s a champ.
Looking within.
I have finally earned my bit of comfort.
I should feel light and worry-free.
I should be blissfully happy.
I should look at who I’ve let within my circle.
The negatives who've dragged me down:
the procrastinators, whiners, drama queens and naysayers.
I so need to unclutter and make room
for daydreaming soulseekers and inspiring artists.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on December 14, 2018
My heart broke a little, the balloons hit the sky
The music, oh how sweetly it played
And how could I ever say goodbye
And peace is for what I prayed
The music, oh how sweetly it played
The tears and the smiles collide
And peace is for what I prayed
As all our hearts were opened wide
The tears and the smiles collide
The beauty in letting go
As all our hearts were opened wide
On broken wings forevermore
The beauty in letting go
The beauty in the pain that we see
On broken wings forevermore
Dust off a memory
Now my angel, here in all that I do
And how could I ever say goodbye
Our bond, our love, so very true
My heart broke a little, the balloons hit the sky
10/22/17
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The sun is bright
in these skies so blue
as my mind wanders
daydreaming…
Holding your hand,
the softness of your skin
touching mine,
strolling through the park
taking in the splendor which
lines this winding pathway
through the trees
When I notice
out of the corner of my eye
you looking at me
I can’t help but smile as I ask,
“What are you looking at?”
You answer in that melodic voice
that so enchants me every time you speak,
“The man I love…kiss me”
I love daydreaming about you
~
Day Dreamer
She sits in the chair
looking out the window
but she is daydreaming
instead of seeing what is actually there
Through the amorous forest, path of illumination,
cascading slopes of miniature waterfalls,
treasury of trees, spreading their arbor, hilly
rocks for a daydreaming girl to sit upon. Lantern,
like lightning bugs.
The essence of fairy mirth.
The teen is pretty in her cream-colored nightgown,
honey-blonde tresses twisted and clipped.
Her arms wrap around bent knees.
Her contemplation of reality, it’s ethereal
in this wholesome clip of paradise.
Sweet honesty wonders what life will be.
Momentum whispers of love, friendship,
and adventure. Hem of her nightie dips
into the wet, like an underwater iceberg
before life gets real.
She’s a moonlight silhouette.
2/15/2022
~Daydreaming~
(Anaphora)
Daydreaming is beautiful
Daydreaming is wonderful
Daydreaming night and day
Daydreaming of only you
Daydreaming of all your love
Daydreaming is a gift from above
Daydreaming as I go along
Daydreaming is just like a love song
Daydreaming I always love to do
Daydreaming when happy or blue
Daydreaming all day and night long
Daydreaming is all I do on and on
Daydreaming is so neat
Daydreaming is really great
Daydreaming for sure so much I enjoy
Daydreaming brings me a lot of joy
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December.27.2015
~Author's Notes:
The Anaphora form or style is...
In writing or speech, the deliberate repetition of the first part of the sentence in order to achieve an artistic effect is known as Anaphora.
Anaphora, possibly the oldest literary device, has its roots in Biblical Psalms used to emphasize certain words or phrases. Gradually, Elizabethan and Romantic writers brought this device into practice. Examine the following psalm:
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?”
The repetition of the phrase “O Lord,” attempts to create a spiritual sentiment. This is anaphora.
The repetition of a word or phrase at the beginning of successive clauses.
The Anaphora is unrhymed but they can be rhymed too. It is all up to the poet.
And maybe tonight in feasting
I'll inhale the flavors of my meal
and exhale colors in the wind
I have not been chosen
beyond our understanding, it just is
It’s the quiet that scares me
so I'm a puppeteer of the shadows
Dancing near the light source
to feed my lonely
I breathe this naturally
Another dimension
Another time
More laughter
I'm pacing and spinning
Yelling and singing
I'm in control
until the arch of my feet gets weak
from chasing the muse my bed becomes
And I'm tired
In prayer I lay
The only air left to breathe is the regret of wasting the day
It was never us
Just me filling the spaces of those I want to love
They are not here now
They cant share this with me
I'm only weak
It's only me
When I spend my days,
Dreaming of you babe,
My lonely heart says,
I really do miss you babe,
In a special way,
Of Knowing I love you,
My mind spins away,
Babe, in daydreams of you,
In daydreams of you babe, so lonesomely blue,
In loves precious way, I'm missing you,,
My heart's in a phase, mind's in a swirl,
Spinning away, daydreaming of you girl,
Daydreaming of you,
From the bottom of my heart,
I'm missing you plays,
A lonely part,
And loving you,
From the bottom of my heart,
Is so lonesomely blue,
'cause we're miles apart,
In daydreams of you babe, so lonely and so blue,
In loves special way, I'm kissing you,
My heart's in a phase, mind's in a whirl,
Spinning away, daydreaming of you girl.
She said it so matter-o-factly,
that girl, Morgan Kay Ackley.
"One day it will be so
I'll be rolling in the dough!"
But being a pizza maker what do you mean exactly?
NOTE: This was another funny story at work. Not exactly my joke, but I turned into a limerick for laughter's sake. A girl was telling me about how she's be famous one day... how she'll be "rolling in the dough"... and I was like, "aren't you doing that already?"... Ooohh good times they were... good times.
Daring to hope a fantasy really can come true
All day long I dream of you
You are always in my thoughts
Dreaming peacefully in a world of my own
Reality isn’t everything we want in our life
Every daydream takes away our worry and strife
All encompassing thoughts we don’t ever need to share
My inner desires of which I am now aware
I have dreams I will probably never fulfill
No one can take these thoughts away
Go on and daydream – it could brighten up your day
Jan Allison
2nd July 2014
~awarded 1st place~
~Daydreaming Again~
(Cascade)
I hear your voice singing me
When I am awake
And also during the night
When I am sleeping
Under the moonlight
Always shining so bright
It doesn’t matter
If I am with you or not
For in any given moment
Right in the middle
Of nowhere
I hear your voice singing me
Sending loving thrills
Within me and all
Over my skin
All those wonderful
Things you make me feel
When I am awake
Sometimes when
I am sleeping I don’t want
To ever wake up
Because I am dreaming
Of you all day
And also during the night
I see the sun shining
All through your eyes
As the clouds part
Playing and teasing
And the moon dances
When I am sleeping
Dreaming all the time
Of you sweet dreams
Day and night
Dreaming of you
When the sun’s up and
Under the moonlight
Glowing like the sun
During the day
You’re my sunshine
You are everything to me
And you are my love
Always shining so bright.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
August.08.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~ Author's Notes:
The " Cascade" is a poetry form or style created by Udit Bhatia.
~ While Daydreaming ~
(Cinquain Suite )
I dream
You're beside me
Always holding me close
Inside your heart in your strong arms
My Love
So soft
Your love just comes
Like a breath of fresh air
I feel your presence inside me
Each day
For you
My love grows more
With heart so full of love
While dreaming of you neath moon stars
My love.
You are
So beautiful
In your heart, soul see love
And always, forever I do
Love you.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
May.10.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The " Cinquain " is a poetry form or style developed by the Imagist poet, Adelaide Crapsey.
Sitting in the sun, mind full of dreams and heart full of love,
Listening to the leaves in the trees as the wind slowly blows,
No worries as she watches the day pass and the sun slowly set.
Sitting with daydream bubbles overhead
My mind drifting in imagination
Remembering all, the things you have said
Drawing pictures from heartfelt sensations
That cotton candy smile of friendliness
Happy eyes like a teddy bear surprise
Shiny hair with a flowery fragrance
Feathery skin soft as baby blue skies
Prancing around in old worn out blue jeans
Pretending you're dancing with another
Laughing and swirling in your own daydream
With a fantasized secretive lover
Now I've drifted back to reality
Wondering if you were dancing with me
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an original poem by Daniel "poemdog" Turner