Best Daydreams Poems
I'm nestled in daydreams, safely tucked in a halcyon haven
away from the stress that greedily feasts on me like a raven
My Utopian realm offers a peaceful kingdom; a sanctuary
where there is no arguing with any acrimonious adversary
I take flight to a lowland vale, with gardens in full bloom
safe from life's burdens, as if I'm still inside my natal womb
Fields of wildflowers and carpets of moss are my landscape
Orchard of grape vines and a citrus grove is where I escape
Showers and sunshine are nuanced in my Eden of tranquility
I live harmoniously with forest animals in absolute affability
Blue skies brighten every day, darkening to indigo each night
Wrapped in my lover's arms, beneath stars and soft moonlight
l live in a multi-level tree house, sprawled in a stand of pine
My neighbors are feral mustangs; a roaming herd of equine
I built a porch that overlooks the view of my pastoral land
watching eagles as they hunt and soar with feathers fanned
I watch each stained glass sunrise as it surfaces from the sea
and each sunset, when dusk paints pastels with grand esprit
No fence surrounds my oasis, no flashing lights or blaring horns
and I've hybridized my roses, so no longer do they have thorns
There's some sanctity to be found in a divine place like this
One of spiritual symbiosis and a bounty of benevolent bliss
There's no known place on Earth where everyone gets along
but in my sanctum, no one ever tells me I'm too headstrong
I long for a refuge where I can take ample time to just relax
where I'll not be faced with the entity of fear, called parallax
When fire storms of frustration blaze much too high to douse
I'll be daydreaming while climbing the stairs to my tree house
August 18th, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent On
My childhood daydreams much like any boy's,
to be an astronaut or fly a jet
enact their daring exploits with my toys
dreaming a life like people I'd not met.
Holding a tennis racket at chest height
before a mirror, swaying at the hips
imaginary rock star, hogging the limelight
the latest chart songs streaming from my lips.
But age brings less desire, more thankfulness
for all, no matter how little, I've got
when so many around have so much less,
thank God for who I am, and what I'm not.
The years unfold, those daydreams left behind
just daytime TV for the human mind.
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 new day which is happily part of the prior,
extending beyond any view offered along this rocky shoreline,
as we stroll by delta desires and riverboat reveries
Brick paved streets, uneven but smoothly polished greet us,
a sidewalk table, warm cuppa, green on white awnings,
sweet treats beneath Café Du Monde shadows and tender kisses
within the eyes of all passing, and we without a care
Music fills the square in harmony with our heart beats,
a three piece jazz ensemble plays melodic romance
while your hand, your fingers, tightly hold mine
and I feel your pulse tap out the rhythm of our day
We dance upon wrought iron balconies
above French Quarter bead laced branches,
glistening in purples and greens
of past parades and tomorrow rendezvous’
While jasmine covered arbors bound by geranium breezes
invite us to be one, our love springs forth
in cool waters from passion’s fountain and we find
ourselves lost in powdered sugar daydreams again
The laughter of a thousand years,
The tears of a thousand waterfalls,
Converge and reflect,
Rainbows of seven colors,
Raining on a misty morning,
only puddles in the street,
You sit by a warm fire,
Guessing when the rain will stop,
Building daydreams as you look outside,
Everything will bloom soon,
Violets will grow,
Catching butterflies,
Watching them fly away,
Swimming in cool blue streams,
Feeling the suns' warmth,
The daydreams of a thousand years,
Combined in one as I look outside,
The rain drawing out my soul,
Until I feel empty watching you,
You seem far away,
A blank yet peaceful face,
The rainbow emerges,
Far beyond our full sight,
The rain stops,
You still sit,
Beside a warm fire,
Reflecting on daydreams,
Past.
HIPPOCAMPUS SADDLED IN DAYDREAMS
Hippocampus saddled in the vast sea, one of God’s superimposed dreams.
In miniature form these seahorses be, an aquatic burst of genius it seems.
Hippocampus in old Flossie form, spotted from the Scottish shores.
A frightful nightmare, not the norm, thus shiver in my corporeal core.
If mermaids had thighs to tighten around their bony scales,
would that they be fight’n where the shipshape sailor fails.
Seducing sirens hiss upon the sea monster’s back with songs that rage
to lead in armageddon attack, to place mankind in a flaming cage.
4/20/2018
Julia Ward’s Seahorses
Daydreaming on a glorious green mountain hillside.
Dazzling Carolina Blue background, watching white cloud performances.
Strong wind blows, goodbye forever!
Daydreaming on a white sandy beach.
Dazzling ocean green background, watching waves come in and go out.
Sandcastles built, goodbye forever!
Choka:
On a green hillside,
Daydreams of cloud performances
A strong wind blows, Bye.
On white sandy beach,
Daydreams of watching waves splash.
Sandcastles gone, Bye.
Rolling hills of buttercups align a picnic world
A place where roses can be blue in gardens filled of pink
And where the eyes of strangers meet in gaze of tolerance
A place beholding sympathy and empathy and love
Perhaps, a mere illusion, such a world could ever be
Yet, these are the advanced daydreams of Daisy
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Sunrise
whispers
on soft
autumn breezes
floating
sweetly
‘cross October
horizons
bring beauty
to my
dawning
daydreams
that will
forever
be your
smile
She's thirty-three, single,
her Mom babysits her
five year old son.
She reassures herself it's
just two more hours,
then it's the blessed weekend.
Which means delicious sleep.
She has no nest egg,
she's just getting by.
There is one kind aging matron
who makes her lunch when she
cleans her large stately home.
Yet, other well-to-do homeowners
cast their false superiority heavy
in the air as she imagines wiping
off their smug faces with Pledge.
She hums to a catchy pop tune
while scrubbing toilets and
spraying down whirlpool bathtubs
as her muscles ache,
wishing she could soak in one.
Maid for the ungrateful,
she smiles remembering her
First Holy Communion,
her snow-white lacy veil,
with her rosary of pearlescent
ivory beads.
Then, a memory of
teenage politics of high school
with random daydreams like
impromptu snapshots.
Her lips and throat dry from
those wretched aerosol sprays,
always forgetting her face mask.
A few sips of tepid Gatorade,
as she softly prays her son will
excel in school.
Her learning disabilities held
her back despite her gift of
intelligence.
This day's cleaning was at the
home of a lawyer's snooty wife,
who was lunching with friends
after klutzy attempts at tennis
at the country club.
Maid for the ungrateful,
can hardly wait to get home
to soak her worn feet with
warm water and Epsom salt
in a porcelain basin. ~
You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start,
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.
For I’m just an old guy
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.
My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.
Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.
And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.
But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.
Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is true.
But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”
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Be warned, who goes there at his helm!
This corner of Poseidon's realm
belongs to ME.
From shiny crest to briny floor,
horizons ledge to edge of shore,
I OWN this sea!
Herein, a vessel named as thine
shall be reclaimed and hence be mine -
as will it's BANK
But fear ye not! When faced with dues
defaulters, in debts place, may choose
to walk the plank!
I am the Ocean's rebel son
and devils work is never done,
so, I set sail...
Forever after, young again,
both Cabin Boy and Captain in
this pirates tale...
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Never quit your daydream on a moonless night
as storm clouds gather and hide the light
of hope and desire for a better morrow;
cling to your daydream with all your might.
Leave behind the despair and sorrow
and look to your daydream with hopes to borrow
the inner strength needed for a brighter day
to freely walk through the fields of yarrow.
Always follow what your daydreams say
and let your aspirations lead the way;
never quit your daydream on a moonless night
and allow the darkness to betray.
April 19, 2023
As I’m pushed away by summer’s breeze
Flakes of white fall upon my brow
I wish for the earth beneath to freeze
To shield me from how days are now
These months have been so long and cruel
I’m ever so blind while the sun reigns
Therefore, I’ll dream of winter’s cool
To take away my summer pains
Eyes in refraction
focus on the depths of thoughts--
visual daydreaming!
Imagination Nil !!!-
Daydreams Still !!!
Inspiration - no long born of, imagination lying in deaths arms.
Creation - no longer lives in, daydreams in decay alarms.
Imagination and daydreams have little force and no charms.
Function for this brain seemed best served at realities door.
Compunction, for inspiration and creation – for me – where little more
than some insignificant attainments resurrected from my memories store.
All is gone, slips into the a void, an abyss of the forgotten,
where all decays, lays there in the dark and goes rotten.
Thank heavens for imagination, daydreams from some,
for inspiration and creation brings forth what’s to come
that can, that will bring the good, or the bad, from
the minds with imagination and daydreams – it’s done.
B. J. “A” 2
July 10th 2005