Best Dreamings Poems
Hell belches out more black-hearted ballads
than the accord of heaven that releases
only the innocent and wafting
lofty dreamings of a population
unversed in the ways of emotion.
They simper and insipidly bow and release
delicate praises to the air as perfume... oh joyful
white roses. Sweetly sing with your monotonous harpischords.
Not we.
We are the fire in the blackest midnight...
the mud that births monsoons of a terrible beauty.
We tremble lest our own fire overtake us, we are the torrents
that pain your face with every gleefull beat.
We are the dreamers of dreams.
We are lovers, burning holes in sheets of purity and
invincible morality... we scream and shiver to our toes...
oh haunting electricity.
We are intense anger... the fury of emperors untold...
we shatter our enemies into the oblivion they beg for mercy
fists bulging, contorted eyes stinging from the battle.
We are howls of bitter triumph, the sweet partakers of the
lost cause. We are brazen to the thought.
We are the aroma of sadness that arises from the blackest pit,
we are the oppression that snuffs out the candle.
We praise from the very depths of our cavernous abyss
our own masochistic knowledge... the fiery knowledge that burns us
as we consume ourselves.
Categories:
dreamings, warfire, fire,
Form:
The Voice Within.
Somewhere in the depths of me, in a place I cannot find.
There lies the seed of longing, for that to which I’m blind.
I feel it dwells within me and every now and then,
Nudges my sensitivities and bids me, seek again.
It comes not from the body not a feeling or desire,
Nor a mood or temperament, but it consumes like fire.
It’s power, soft and subtle engulfs me as a mist,
Demanding my attention as would a maidens kiss.
After a while the attack is gone, though still I’m not at peace,
For somewhere in the depths of me that longing still exists.
For many years it has been so I’ve always had the choice,
To disregard material desires and seek that gentle voice.
Is it the voice of wisdom, am I not to understand.
Or the dreams from eons ago of prehistoric man?
Or does the yearning come to mock me, staying out of reach.
Should I surrender all and allow solitude to teach?
It bids me. “Change your ways, find a quiet and peaceful place.
Cast aside the wasteful doubt that keeps you in the race.
For time is long and life is short when they are side by side,
To live a lie will come to nought at the turning of the tide”.
But deep within I do perceive that the answer lay,
Not within the books I read or dreamings in the day.
It’s here within the eternal soul that joins us all as one,
Without whose love that boundless void would not be overcome.
Still the fire is there, the feeling of something missed.
'Tis a flame that can’t be smothered, while ever I exist.
It dwells and glows inside of me, though just a gentle flame.
And waits until my searching brings on an attack again.
And I cannot help but search for there is barely an interlude,
Between the whispers of that voice, “You’ll find me in solitude.”
My ignorance sustains me the battle won through lack of courage,
I stay here in my comfort zone and search the books for knowledge.
Days to weeks and weeks to months the months turn into years,
and still I read and procrastinate, and wrap myself in fears.
The day will come my life will end, and the other side,
The answer I’ll find and then I’ll know we should trust our guide.
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Categories:
dreamings, courage, emotions, faith, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Sleepwalker
And in the darkest sweeping wings is held all probable
The night of dreamings; wished embraces of gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; ever in hope....
She is waiting
Pale in naked moon lit sexual stretches
Fanning shadows curve on satins anguished blue
To subtle bronzed drips rusted rivers
Lay about her in ever flowing delta’s of hair
These the coy covers of shoulders demure beneath their lifting expectation
Quintessence supplicant to floating hands; risen
Her slow beat thumps on a sudden heart
The fleur-de-lis arched beseeching the avid prayer of lips
The floorboards creek
And though through empty rooms the sighs may roam
Though forever it seems she has lain alone
There are eyes, by bat wing devised; by the caverns urgent aphrodisia
He has been gathered by the corpuscle of desire, to come to her
And by each and every silent unspent moan of longing
He inscribed this hours, fretful, reflections of her mantle parted
An eternal caress folded; ingress to her concupiscent heart
Mere Luna beams of dreams of loves physique, his love, made love to her
Dawns dissipation breaths
Remembering the warmth before forgotten days; where separated so
Bathes her awash in amber fire; and traces his finger along her spine
To leave her sleeping in those somnambulist foot prints
Looses in the languid illusive of arms, wrapped in suns breaking
Turning to the light he asks for its edifice, hold fast on waking
Struggle to define by wanting the irrevocable kiss; pressed to her
A taste recited by those gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; forever in hope
Categories:
dreamings, love, mysteryprayer, senses,
Form:
Free verse
A flash lit up the sky,
As thunder grumbled by the rain,
My heart lay gripped with pain,
My mind going insane this way,
Hot and cold air at play,
While dreamings drift and sway around,
The wayward thoughts abound,
Where love dared not be found instead,
The dreams came in my head
And in this storm to bed I’ll go,
For wonderings I know
Allow not love to grow within,
For fear that would be sin,
Yet thunder, my chagrin, still roars
As lightning kissed rain pours
Cleansing the muddied floors of why!
Form: Luc Bat
Categories:
dreamings, love, nature, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Expect changes that you know will
Grow this love in time.
Expect these changes which are not dreaded
But open each of our hearts like ROSE buds.
Expect changes of a FRANTIC BRIDE
Waiting for her groom.
The types of changes which tips its hat to
An autumn afternoon.
Expect fiery changes that may consume
Each OF our hearts in flames
One belove to another expect these changes
Of subtle pains that come with torrential rains.
Expect changes of social madness at a spring
Wedding of bliss when kissed.
Now seasons turning with a twist.
And all is fair on a SUMMER AFTERNOON.
Expect changes which may stay 'til the
Festive SPARK OF JUNE.
When all has SIMMERED and is fancy and
Steamy acknowledge these days as
Fine and DREAMY, then the laughter of
Spring and summer mingle when
Autumn touches and more to tingle.
Soon winter rushes in a disguise at first,
A slow falling snow.
Exceeding the joy I hoped for.
Akin to hungry waves licking the OCEANS
GLADDENING SHORE.
Expect changes with impossible meanings
And FAIR WEATHER DREAMINGS.
Categories:
dreamings, autumn, beach, change, dream,
Form:
Free verse
I can remember time of wonder
when you appeared before my eyes
like fleeting vision like a thunder,
pure queen of beauty and sunrise.
In tiresome longing of despair
in noisy troubles of ado
your tender voice was in my air
I saw sweet dreamings about you.
Years passed. A riot of rebellion
dispelled these dreamings of the past
I heard your tender voice so seldom
Your skyey features almost passed.
In wilderness of gloomy prison
I spent my very quiet days
without a deity and reason
to cry, to live, to love, to blaze.
And soul awakened with the wonder
and you are here before my eyes
like fleeting vision, like a thunder,
pure queen of beauty and sunrise.
In ecstasy my heart left prison
I have my deity and your face
inspires me. That is the reason
to cry, to live, to love, to blaze.
P.S. This translation of poem by Alexander Pushkin
Categories:
dreamings, emotions, feelings, how i
Form:
Lyric
Tiddliwink does step the grass,
Bats a wink at curls that pass.
Tiddliwink then twirls around,
Happy in the world he's found.
Tiddliwink then dances light,
Twinkledee him sees---a sight!
Tiddliwink and Twinkledee,
Twirling, swirling, oh so free!
Blue to black eyes, black to blue,
Pass their dreamings, catch them, too!
Far from sadness, lost from pain,
Tiddli-Twinkle break the chain!
Tin cans kick they, stones let fly,
Whisk on waters, skip so high!
Trees they climb a-top the ridge,
Awed with trucks that leap the bridge!
Tiddli now forgets his Twink,
In his future he does drink;
Cares not Twinkle, she thinks, too;
Years of sunsprays splash on through.
Tiddliwink now swings to earth;
Twink fall-follows, but not hurt.
Twinkle, lying out so, fair,
Tiddli grows up man right there.
Birds 'gin sing, sing winds at ease;
Sings the earth for loves like these!
Tiddli-Twinkle, matched with sun,
Catch the meaning: light has won!
Categories:
dreamings, fantasy
Form:
Rhyme
Star Gazing and Future Night Dreamings
I the gazer,that so admire glimmering stars on summer nights
Transfixed, and burning deeply from each beckoning call;
Sky filled with such divine and twinkling galactic sights,
A most beautiful blessing gifted to inspire humans one and all
Stand I briefly, on an earthly and lonesome glistening plane;
With mighty oceans that hold great mysteries and golden treasures;
Yet the sky's brilliant shining wonders keep me sane,
And are by far one of my admired and greatest pleasures.
Forests that rest beneath that glittering starlight glow,
Are beauties that need its far illuminating lights,
Glimmering stars on summer nights, show more than we may know;
As we in wonder, see infinity in sparkling, starry heights;
Out there far into eternity's vast reaching infinite shores,
We may yet find our destiny upon another earthly realm,
For our great dreams and future hopes are not sold in stores;
Nor achieved by sailing ships with no captain at the helm.
And man, that found great use for galactic posts to navigate.
May yet in his heart, far away, conquer his weakness of hate!
Robert J. Lindley, 12-03-2015
Categories:
dreamings, art, beautiful, blessing, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
The waterfall flows
reflected in the rays of the sun
as if they were diamonds in brilliant glow
with clarity only temporary in the water's run.
The humid air clusters along the layered stones
misting the algae growth green and thick
a mini forest clustering the edge where it has grown
allowing the water to flow fast and slick.
A streaming rhythm in its secluded dance
echoing the close of seasons
that easily comes and goes in metamorphic trance
and the change returns holiday dreamings.
A momentary pause, the hike, the campers walk
reveals beauty and imagery beyond compare
with whispered awes and friendly talk
gives rise to outdoors enticements if we dare.
Categories:
dreamings, nature, seasons, water,
Form:
Rhyme
These words come out of my pen
and I remember when
I was young enough to believe
that the world just might
stop turning
the stars just might
start falling
if I could just capture this feeling
on this cold, white page.
When I was young enough to believe
that I could make a happy ending
to this tale
if I wrote about it
the right number of times
that everyone was interested in
a young girl's
heartsick rhymes
when I was young enough to believe
that magic really existed
and that life was more than some
sick rat's maze
without any cheese at the end.
These words come out of my pen
and I try to comprehend
just how I got this grown-up
how I ever got to meet my pals
cynicism and jaded laughter.
For that young girl of hardly more
than one year's worth
of long ago
doesn't live here anymore
I've lost those bright-colored gel pens
she used to write those
hopeful dreamings
she'll make an appearance with
sunscreen and hot dogs
but more often than not
I can remember when
and I can try to comprehend
but these words that come out of my pen
aren't even a residual echo of
when I was young enough to believe
that my words really mattered.
Categories:
dreamings, nostalgia, on writing and
Form:
Lyric
You are love that's ceaseless
With love you've defined
Each moment love's been told
With blessings I know.
Echoes of thoughts I have
Awakenings and dreamings of love;
Light of heaven so shining
Through portals of love that will flow.
Cast shadows so bright and so grand
With love that will get us through,
With dreams to make them come true
This world belongs to me and you.
With each approaching new day
Your heart and mine are forever entwined.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,13,2014
Categories:
dreamings, dream, love, romance, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Every now and then,the words once easy flowing
hold back from revealing what I'm knowing
and lost I am to where this poem was going..
Building in significance
the words are lost to all innocence
release is a failure of intended diligence
and I'm trapped in my losing indifference.
Perhaps a laxative would work as a stimulus,
release and expel me from this chrysalis,
provide some imagery of dreamings less frivolous
excuse me while I get a little mischievous.
In this intense consternation
every word lies in constipation
seeking is rigidly intensified
and proceeds with force and agitation
as the thoughts remain anesthetized.
Categories:
dreamings, humorous, poetry, silly,
Form:
Verse
All in lies
and to hope betrayed
this human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart
All divest by such noncommittal love
all broken by the dreamings of
but to its feet lays petition
for the signatures of psychopaths
All becomes contrary to the heart
endorsement beneath threat
to stand alone
with all this frigid hate
Corpses by numbers capitulate
compiled in easy flippant verbiage
designates a willful slaughter
for all the love of peace
and with petty price elucidate
the why-fores agony
wherefores impartiality
signed away by sociopaths
So all becomes this frigid hate
and ruled by the secular dictators of death
a human prayer
in requests of faith
holds the precipice to its heart
Categories:
dreamings, prejudice, together,
Form:
Free verse
(Rhyme)
You are love that's ceaseless
With love you've defined
Each moment love's been told
With blessings I just know.
Echoes of thoughts that I have
Awakening dreamings of love;
Light of heaven so bright and shining
Through portals of love that just flow.
Cast shadows so bright and so grand
With love that will get us all through,
With dreams to make them come true
This world belongs just to me and you.
With each approaching new day
Your heart and mine are forever entwined.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
December,04,2014
Categories:
dreamings, i love you, love,
Form:
Rhyme
As I drift between the
wakings of the real world
and the dreamings of the faux pas,
my mind begins to...wander
onto things more trivial.
"Did I forget to clean the toaster?
Is the sink still on?
Was that glass resting on a coaster?"
My mind wanders on and on.
Thoughts progress more philosophically,
as I wonder,
"Is world-wide peace a viable reality?"
Visions begin to blur together, as my mind lays down to rest,
As I yawn (begrudgingly), thinking "Did I pass that Biology test?"
And of the rest?
As I drift between the wakings of the real world
and the dreamings of the faux pas,
I realize,
"It is here that I belong,
it is here that imagination is law."
Categories:
dreamings, imagination, philosophy,
Form:
Blank verse