Best Dreamy Poems
The slow sun sets, the night ebony dark,
Silvery moon shines brightly, dreamy mood.
I stroll carefully, nimble like a lark.
In glad, dreamy, indulgent solitude,
Admiring the mood in tame attitude.
Brightness around the moon circles delight,
For a moment I try to clear my sight
Am I hearing a melodious tune?
I fight with my senses, all should be right.
I watch. It is the Lady of the Moon.
3 February 2022
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
10 lines each with 10 syllables.
Rhymes checked with Rhyme Zone.
His eyes, like cornflowers, are pretty blue.
From where I sit in back of class, I gaze
at his soft lips – two petals sweet with dew.
I think that I could stare at him for days,
imagining at least a hundred ways
to make him finally aware of me!
Oh, dreamy boy, please take the time to see
the girl whose heart begins to palpitate
when you look back at her – though randomly!
You’re keeping me too long in this dream state.
Feb. 8, 2022
Theme #3: Dreamy
For the D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest of Constance la France
Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from gardens of long gone, enchanting. And mother's favourite,
Daylilies, in a rainbow of colors, Delphinium and Daffodils also, so dramatic.
Evening Primrose along the fence will create quite a stir, and on the porch
False Watercress spilling out of a container, and then old dependable,
Geraniums and Glory In The Snow, I love my dreamy dream of spring flowers.
Hyacinths, scented jewels of color sparkle in my garden, along with
Iris Reticulata, an early spring treasure, it will be a wonderful place.
Jacob's Ladder, with blue-purple blooms, mingle with Johnny-Jump-Ups.
Kalmia Latifolia, pure white blooms, related to the laurel family.
Lily-of-the Valley, so sweet and fragrant, how could I forget you and,
Meadow Rue, a lavender wave in the wind, and anther old dependable,
Nasturium, a gardeners dream and it is also edible. Oh my list is long!
Oriental Poppy, was there ever a more heavenly gift from God, except maybe
Pasque Flower, unfolding from beneath the snow, and those Pansies and Petunias!
Queen Anne's Lace, so pretty is her lacework, did you know ishe is a wild carrot?
Rosemary, with a scented pretty flower, like dew in the morning is a must, as is
Sage, that billowy haze of lavender, pushing away the rainbow Snapdragons.
Thrift, delightful vintage touch to my rock garden in the shade, sweet the tulips too.
Umbrella Magnolia growing in the garden corner, with creamy white blooms, and
Vinca Periwinkle with lovely blue flowers, friends to Violet and Viola.
Wall Flowers, who love the sun, drooping with snow cap jewels, oh over there
Xenia's blooming in marine colors, so unique. And here a childhood love,
Yellow Anemone, aka Buttercup, who does not love Buttercup?
Zinnia, friend of Sunflower, elegant and colorful, nods. Must this dream end!
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April 13, 2016
Poetry/Abecedarian/In My "Dreamy" Spring Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 16-777-564-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
(AKA - "Becca Baked My Birthday Cake")
Surprise! Strawberry scents permeated the air.
Mountains of creamy pink lured fingertips.
Bewitching chocolate with fresh fruit inside,
Luscious and succulent tempted watery lips.
Enlivened young children could hardly wait.
Tiny little fingers did not hesitate.
Dipping in the icing, a lip-smacking delight.
To tell you the truth, neither could I wait.
Fluffy and moist, strawberry infused confection.
Delightfully melted on the first tasting tongue.
Four layers baked had delicately arisen.
Delectably glazed before delicious had sprung.
It was that yummy year, and homemade birthday cake,
She showed me through baking how her love pierced my heart.
Fresh fruit decorated cake with special designs.
Chocolate dipped strawberry delight, her loves’ impart!
People turn to her and say,
"Why are you like this?
Like a girl of modern day,
Dress up a bit, miss.
Don't sit with books all day long,
There's a world outside, you know,
These fairy tales won't help you
Live. Life's not a dreamy song.
You'll see beyond the rainbow
Some day - those dark gruesome hues."
She would smile at them and tell,
"I'm better off here,
With my books in my snug shell,
Life can't be severe."
Once they left, she'd sit and cry,
Why would they not let her be?
Could she not have her own dreams?
Should she answer their each why?
Would they not let her shine free,
Like those distant white moonbeams?
They who judged her by her looks,
Did they know her pain?
She was hiding in her books
From abusive strain;
Divorced parents did not care,
Grandma blamed her for their split,
Beat her up, locked in a room;
Was it wrong for her to dare
To read and dream of what's writ?
To set her mind free from gloom?
07/27/17
Tantalizing creamy and smooth, chocolate cheesecake layered with light and airy
peanut butter moose.
A foundation of chocolate cookie crumbs, butter, ground nuts and toffee chunks.
Mix into a luscious and tasty crust.
Savor each bite slowly...joy pure and delectable on my tongue.
Cool chocolate and nutty crunch crust is the perfect combination.
Dreamy dessert...Yum!!
For Linda-Marie's contest
Once upon a dreamy dream
I had a wistful, faraway journey
An experience unique
Out of this world beautiful
I found myself in a rugged, rocky
And weathered landscape
With tall, dense, dark, deep trees
Of jade, emerald, sea green and olive
An ancient, primal forest
With many chasms, abysses and rifts
Bird refrains drifting
O, the ballads, choruses and solos
The sound flowing, gliding and fading
And then the echo of water
Inviting and beckoning me to come
And I meandered forth
Soon I discovered myself standing in awe
Inside a breathtaking waterfall
Sparkling, shimmering about my weariness
Iridescent in the moonlight
The cascading water cleansing my soul
As I dreamt my dreamy dream
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April 5, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Once Upon A Dreamy Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 04- 468-930-05
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
I dreamt a dream of dreamy flight
A dream that swept me with delight
Dreaming inside a dream just might
Allow dreams to succumb their height
Dear dream maker keep off the light
I hate to wake from dreams at night
Sandman comes to tire my sight
Nourish foreboding dreams so right
Subconscious dreams work through life's plight~
Close your eyes and see a loch, the spot I go:
icy waters swirl beneath my wooden boat,
tall surrounding hills are blanketed in snow,
lashed by hail, I button up my winter coat,
Nessie glides and fishes in her world below.
Will she choose today to surface, maybe float?
If she's friend or foe, I long to see her face!
Visits only in my head, I love this place...
for Carolyn's My Place contest
Black onyx night, of the pearlescent moon,
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red.
Deep purple and white passion!
Phantoms dance in lilac dreams;
around the corner of blooms,
with memories of sunshine.
Comparing lovely costumes,
in fields, beds and flowerpots,
just steps away from moonlight.
A polka dot rainbow flared.
The names of the poems from which each line
above was taken, is listed in order:
1. Precious Black Night
2. Sunshine Missed
3. Lilacs Lacy
4. A Fruitful Day
5. Hibiscus Hypnotic
6. Van Gogh's Flowers
7. A Final Sundown
8. Impossible Primroses
9. Redolent
10. Polka Dot Rainbow
Heaven’s delight
Brownies supreme
Whip up a bowl
Of peaches and cream
Reach for the sky
Launch a sweet dream
Hang all your hope bubbles
Across a cherry moonbeam
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 16, 2019 for contest McWHIRTLE ME POETRY sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
Lazy, dreamy friday,
Take me to your breathy skies
I want to see your lonesome light glow
In my eyes you can see how darkness pervades
In my eyes you can see that I know longer feel so safe
Lazy, dreamy friday
Take my doubts away
Lazy, dreamy friday,
Hush the goodbyes that still echo in the ground
Let the fiery embers of lust dim into cool resolve
It is in my heart that you create what now I cope
It is in my heart that I can face the world's larger scope
Lazy, dreamy friday
You alone are my only hope
Lazy, dreamy friday
Let me rest where the trees upward gaze
I need your drooping sun in the eyes of waiting night
In your trust I can end the day on a drifting breeze
In your trust I can fully be at blissful ease
Lazy, dreamy friday
Pave the paths to imminent peace
October 12, 2018
Some days I want to stay in bed,
Let flowery thoughts run through my head.
Some days I like to kick off shoes,
Run through our garden as I choose.
Until it’s time to work, I play,
And gift the world my best bouquet.
Have you ever gone flying at night
Oh, I have flown away
It was a dream
I went up to heaven
Touching the huge golden gates
Voices said, not yet, so away I spun
Oh, heavenly night
Of black ebony velvet
With all your brilliant stars
Hanging like diamonds above
I danced and swirled with all the dazzling stars
The big and the little ones
I even played with some stars called shooting
Among the stars I drifted,
I liked being part of the vast black
Some stars were new and some were old and aged
Oh, heavenly night
Of black ebony velvet
With all your brilliant stars
Hanging like diamonds above
I was wrapped in a nighttime cloak
With star diamonds in my hair
And I was a beautiful
But when Sun peeped over
Moon said, go home sweet girl
So I floated down till I heard the first bird chitter
Oh, heavenly night
Of black ebony velvet
With all your brilliant stars
Hanging like diamonds above
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December 14, 2017
Poetry/Lyric/'A Dreamy Night Dream'
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9719-31-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Grasping my soul into its mystery,
Leaving me motionless, breathless,
Wanting to breathe more of its
Aroma, its sensation, its
Mystified, encrypted feelings…
It’s my devotion,
It’s my colorful ocean,
It’s the web of my emotions…
Smiling, as I meditate
My uncontrolled enthusiasm…
My beautiful fervor, my passion…
A-h-h! As its hymns play,
Harmoniously, its words begin to say
All the things in which I want to hear,
Words that draw my manifestation…
Between the hazy mists I sit,
Watching tiny droplets of water
Condense with tenderness on my skin...
Slithering, as new worlds of words
Begin to form within…
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Dreamy haze in which I feel alive,
Take me into thee,
Where no one can revive
Me from this ecstasy, from
My life’s fantasy…
POETRY…
Everything in me, and
Everything destined to be…