Best Dreamful Poems
Precious is the heart whom sheds a tear, to catch
Its light upon bended knee; gently in these hands
A priceless jewel; a sparkling diamond to behold....
Rejoicing anew while pirouetting about; tomorrows
Stage aneath a fingertips touch; warmth this breath
With dreamful wings; and she shall soar; amid vibrant
Colours of a promise; beyound eternals, forevermore
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...."Standing, 'At Love's Door'" ~
She absolutely loved it whenever I would playfully call unto her, 'Boo Boo...
Twas so very adorable within her pink cotton dress, as white canvas tennis shoes
Ever this bright her dreamful eyes; a favourite attire and us being children would giggle ?
Beautiful, the expressions upon Angelica's face when concentrating a bit too hard; pouting
Velvet lips glistening when suddenly as ofttimes precious kitty Mercy would hop atop mingling
Colours only to find his whiskers once more painted in blue; tossing these tiny cups aside; hearts
Of a new song ? Pulling time's notes from my shirt pocket; ocean tides poetic, emerald skies....
Love, while the years passed by; carousel kisses, she read then wept a tear to taste rainbow hues, beloved.
The desolate wasteland of deprivation traversed
by my jagged life that tried so long so very hard
to smoothen the angularities of the serrated mind,
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation.
Sucked into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a path of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart,
not yet frozen in the prolonged winter of despair.
The spring of yearning came with fragrance of fervor,
drifting on the dreamful wings of the sensuous time,
from the flowers of my blooming heart where you flew
like a butterfly creating cadence of surreal symphony.
Harmonized with the mesmeric music of my longing,
enthralled emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled between you and me to entwine us forever,
consecrated the concept of concealed craving called love.
You let it bloom with the floral design of fervent desire,
the patina of silky petals would shine till the end of time.
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September 3, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Gazing dreamful into the stars while clutching tightly their marmalade moon ~
Gliding joyous unto it's milky ways; verical horizons spinning in lavas flowing
Galaxies, erupting to burst the melting sun; volcanic ashes of crimson hues
Genesis within love's cardinal colours; universal collusions, wherein all is new....
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...."Celestia's Heart" *
The waking world leaves me ne’r content
My sweet if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves, to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die
Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep
I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye
And pray you seek me well and find me deep
Your heart content to love one such as I
But if you find me not in slumbers womb
And passions flame has not the chance to light
Forget me not or to my early tomb
This heart will surely break and rend the night
Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse
And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue
~Christopher Thor Britt
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Gazing dreamful into the stars while clutching tightly their marmalade moon...
Gliding joyous unto its milky ways; vertical horizons spinning in lavas flowing
Galaxies, erupting to burst the melting sun; volcanic ashes of crimson hues
Genesis within loves cardinal colours; universal collusions, wherein all is new ˜
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..."Celestia's Heart" *
Cecilia stood with him as my eyes filled with envied rage
I had asked her to be mine at prom but was second to the stage
She dazzled the ballroom as bated breaths of onlookers viewed
Her figure in white satin caused all to experience an exclamatory mood
Bleach white with stream- lined sleekness adorning Long lacy sleeves
Pinkish mother of pearl fasteners from shoulder to fingers weaved
Each aligned like little glistening sparklers- beautiful yet Godly conceived
Hair fashioned as a cascading water fall full of auburn red curls
Turning to mist at her lower waist causing my dreamful rage to be placed in whorls
Spinning more spinning- my world out of control
Oh how I wanted her long moments ago
A plucked rose of red love pined to her heart side breast
Gave me notice as I knew I could not rest
Like a lion on the prowl- to the dance floor I stalked
To dance with my dream girl whose heart I would shock
Tapping aspersion the shoulder of the man whom I gave envy and hate
Excuse me please sir-may I cut in on your lovely date
Softly spoken “We’ve got tonight” I whispered in her ear
Drawing her ever the closer- Oh my dear
Seger’s words audibled sweetly around the dance hall loomed
No longer the wait-I vowed boldly and calm
No longer to hesitate- aroused by her flowery balm
My lips to hers pressed- for she did not resist
Thus it was the moment of our very first kiss
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Mesmerized amid enchanted...
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As gazing upon the graceful beauty of her
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Bare naked body's, silkened perfection ~
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Softly caressing her firm full breast as she smiles
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Slowly lowering to let me taste once more fragrance
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Rose petaled sweetness of her moistened lips...
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Entwined; joyfully burning inside as gently tracing ~
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This dreamful warmth of her pressing thighs
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Quivering, as loves nectars begin their journeys
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Pleasing flavours upon my thirsting tongue...
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“The Beauty of A Lady” ~
* “A Dedication Unto The Beautiful * Beautiful Linda Marie.” *
Create Your Tomorrow Today
As I lay lonely on my bed
At the hour the night was most dead
I gazed at the stars through the window
Hoping to peep into my tomorrow
The night sky, though not clear
Came with a sense of cheer
I formed patterns as I pleased, of trees, houses, cars
From the speckles of a billion stars
I slumbered with a deep sense of peace
Without recourse to a timepiece
I had drifted into a dreamful sleep
Alarm-clock silenced – no beep.
I gazed into my telescope
Trying to read my horoscope
Alas, the revelation!
Tomorrow - an empty fixation!
What fiction!
Men claim the power of prediction
For their faith in tellers of fortune
Great men have been led to misfortune
As the new day broke
From being an astrologer, I woke
Having nothing but hope
That my path will always be lit, I’ll never grope
Though I think he will become a hero
He who can predict tomorrow
The way out of this endless torture
By your actions today, create your own future.
Sept. 21, 2016
Contest entry for "Your best rhyming poem-2" by John Hamilton
As I became aged and older
my memoirs of childhood became stronger
These memoirs draw me back
to those dreamful days of innocence
and love.
Sometimes, I think,
where are my golden friends of early childhood ?
They are all now fathers
and waiting to be grand fathers...
I remember deeply
the mango-groove of my village home
when the storm knocks down
the mangoes to the ground ....
Also that small river that is murmuring
beside my cottage in the woods....
Oh, my golden childhood, oh
come back again
and again
Staring into fantasia towns store front windows....
Images within this the bleedings glass from behind?!
Psychedelic stories aneath these city blocks; tie-dye
Bricks in fairytales mortar made moments of dreamful
Lifes crumbling amid truths optical osmosis....
Sad songs playing now upon countless precious hearts
Sirens colours painted in realities red, white and blacks
Mix and match tears inside of such, their beautiful eyes
Tossed into the twisted wind; store front windows!?
Hey there Georgie Girl; notes, rising within their minds....
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....“Rewind” ~
Drifting away...
Ageless
Careless
Weightless
Worriless
Hopeful
Colorful
Playful
Dreamful
Just drifting away...
No secrets
No fears
No tears
No pain
Drifting away...
Just a seed
In the air
In rainbows
Flying with hummingbirds
To our secret place
No human knows
Kites are lonely too
Strings do break loose
From shoreless blue
To drift away...
Rain that never comes
Souls that never show up
Pennies that drop in unexpected places
Flameless candles
Drifting away...
Watching her tiny precious light..
Standing at the kitchen's window wearing
Hand me downs, worn blue dress; her auburn
Strawberry curls hiding her dreamful eyes; gazing
Through this lonely wishful glass ? Just to lie within
A bed of dust; rest her weary mind, escape the rust...
Her beauty's heart in a tin can, if you must; sleep, sleep, sleep.
*Image Raptured in Heaven by Pint.
Raptured in Heaven
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Those who have mourned, the meek, and merciful,
Answers to who holds the key to unlock,
Plus, hungry and thirsty righteous dreamful.
Newness befalls refreshed innocent breathes,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
True turtledoves hail friendly laurel wreathes,
Harmonious life will be a cakewalk.
It is Grace who's at your door, comes a knock,
Your soul chronicled in the Book of Life,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock,
Preparations made for your afterlife.
Prayers gifts comfort, freed from the abyss,
Your salvation resources round-the-clock,
He kept His promise--everlasting bliss,
The unearth enraptured in Heaven's flock.
2023 February 02
*10th Place*
YOUR OPTION
~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 February 06
Watching her precious priceless light...
Standing at their kitchen's window wearing
Hand me downs, worn blue dress; she her auburn
Strawberry curls hiding, such dreamful eyes; gazing past
This lonely wishful glass; just to lie amid a bed of dust; rest her weary mind escape....
Time's empty us ? Her beauty's heart in a tin can, if you must; sleep, sleep, sleep, my love.