Best Naturedream Poems
Youthful dreams of very rich future
A life to enjoy planet's water pure
Kingdoms and powers are offered to him
As he drinks crystal (clear) water filled to brim
Lush green grass grows wild by the cool clear stream
Softens the pleasant place to dream his dream
Most beautiful place on this hemisphere
Will remain when thoughtful living adhere
The dream he dreams is to rule the whole earth
Where live in a great gold gilded city he'll birth
Then he changes goes wild having his fling
Soon forget reasons for his rule to bring
Lost in the power, influence, shiny gold
If only __a different story told
I am cold to my bones
The winter this year unsettled me
Freezing snow went on too long
Aging stiff thoughts
Overpowered my normal optimism
I dream of buds bursting with life
I dream of swallows making their journey
I anticipate the energy of spring
These thoughts warm me.
Running With the Wild
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
It was back in the year 1963,
Among horses wild and free; --
Many manes and tails untamed by the breeze
Were seen dashing past dunes without trees.
And the horses remained under cobalt skies
Lacking fear of nature or man.
They were wanting and I was wanting.
To run freely on the land,
And we felt with a soul that was deeply honed.
I and those horses so free—
Understanding all between God and delight.
Dreaming and running, we.
Some cowboys, out there distantly riding,
Heedless of horses and me; --
Hot! Summer's season (as all men know,
In the desert sands out west.)
The heat that blazed down from the sun, burning
Soon sent sunburned riders away.
But our wanting was stronger by far than the heat.
That drove countless others away--
Seemingly much wiser than we-
But scorching rays from the heavens above,
Nor the desert lands without trees.
Could dissuade the wanting in me
Oh, dream of my ride filled with love.
Bareback, clutching his mane, wind-songs running wildly sing
Of all dreams that were ever in me--
Not one was as lovely as this-
Reckoning the forces of reasons discourse.
Nor realities wisdom could see,
For never had ever my soul felt the force.
Of this wonderful unity, we: --
Now, the memories bring to heart wonderful dreams.
Of oneness between horses and me;
And the thought never leaves but my dream is retrieved.
Of the love given ride through the sands;
And so, all of my soul, reaches out in the night
For the wanting and giving on the wind's bareback flight.
In the desert when no one could see—
The appaloosa bonded with me.
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A dream is like a rose
Appealing to the eye
Harmful to the touch
Illusion or reality
A dream is like a cloud
Pure as the sunshine
Yet can turn on upon you
Like a raging fire
A dream is like a river
Always flowing to great lengths
Renewed by the rain
By a single tear
A dream is like a bird
Flies above endlessly
Free to think, to feel, to love
To be touched by a single soul
I Dream, Afraid
I dream of a cottage garden in the midst of a wooded land,
A beautiful, colorful place, God and nature walk hand in hand.
Above clouds and trees, souls sometimes soar for a glimpse at heaven’s door.
Then, back they fall to bask in light amid shaded flowers galore.
I dream of a walk in Paris down a street lined with artists’ work,
Prominent vibrant painting places where views will connoisseurs perk.
Along those streets of smooth cobblestone green moss grows between the cracks.
The artists’ paint serenely strokes street scenes; swarms gather at their backs.
I dream of a distant patron with interest in my arts’ success,
Whose guiding help fortifies my world and eliminates distress.
Someone out there with marketing flare one someone who really cares.
And brings my dreams across the gap between raw talent and luminaries.
I dream this dream that many others dream throughout artistic groups.
But here I am with heartfelt dreams afraid to jump through any hoops.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
April 2009
Poetic form: Lyrical-Couplets
The Fourth Day
Then spring came along
Colors exploded everywhere
Some soft, some bright, some in fields
And some on tall trees.
Most of all, the air
Seemed to have changed; something new,
Fragrances that attracted bees
And butterflies freed.
The land became rich
The soil grew fertile and bore
Wide fields of crops and fruit trees
Swaying to the breeze.
Like a tapestry
That's weaved with the force of love
That makes us paint, sing melodies
And makes us dream dreams.
God's dream came to life
Seen upon luscious regions
To all four corners of earth
Result of His Words.
Principles by which
All came to life, fruition, and
Multiplication took place
Under the first rains.
By CarolineCécile
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