Best On Writing And Wordsdream Poems
I have from the earth grown pumpkins
Pregnant with a golden lust for words
And scattered seeds white as stars
Across the long green of desire. Birds
Have left wing loops in my brains, spars
Featherless in the wind for me to sail
But never did I want to be persuaded
For what are our horizons but sweet myths
One flight beyond dream left me jaded.
Words tell such lies sometimes, time sits
In the uterus of its design, being nothing
But memory chasing its ghosts like kites.
Yet I am addicted to the thing like spring
The white mounds melting into green sight
And all the places I want to walk with you
And hold your caress in my fingers love
And drink the melon till we are drunk.
Indeed, better to dream of cataract moons
For all you will tell me
Is ancient medicines in modern spoons
"Farm the earth, the skies, the stars just so
"You'll be persuaded ..."
What vanity of icicles dripping sunshine
From the rainbow's heart. What blind
Ecstatic before the season of beauty ...
Every dawn, to dream
the world is somehow re-created.
The impossible, under the orange.
With fighting rays protruding
out of the sun, (the heaped unbeatable).
(Foe of the night ash).
Turning into, (all horizons) far
Bear yourself to the unbearably high branches-
letting the ponds cry in sorrow
wearing your warm diamond cloak
causing it to magnify it’s intention
Yet, of virgin white lilies,
If your nature;
to reach toward the orange
then reach with all you have
for hours lilies, your imagination
brightens everywhere
calling us all to join
Lifting your burden somewhat
All the while
The blade and shoe
that is heavier than lead-
ever present, eclipses your attempts
to keep on trudging-
Oh Lilies,
Grow, in your splendor
Turn on spiral muscle worn thin
as you pry the sky downward
Expressing your efforts
Allowing for me, time to stand
a necessary task
If I am to continue
To expand my workfist
Wide open into the day
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Inspired by: The Impossible Dream by Joe Darion
Written exclusively for Michele Nold-Godleske Contest
I dream of a girl
To caress my world
Gracing my eyes
As our future swirls
I dream of a girl
To share in my life
Partners and lovers
To relieve my strife
I dream of a girl
To share my sights
Performing to forms
Entwined in our writes
I dream of a girl
To make a new start
Sharing my nights
Opening my heart
I dream of a girl
As I awake the next day
My dreams have been answered
For beside me she lays
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Here it is:
you can sing it like
a chorus, if you wish.
Even paintings dream of dripping
blues, greens, and yellows.
They dream of their creator,
a talented but crazy fellow.
Every poem can be sung.
Every thought can be wrung,
twisted and sculpted,
ideas are meant to
be reused
(often, even abused.)
To the night’s shadows
and dreams’ desires,
I go like thunder
across the dark.
You’re a dry masterpiece
who can’t afford the
rain.
Or the sight
of darkness, nor pain.
Talk about unattainable
miseries,
Weep over love which
wilts,
The season of autumn dies
to winter,
Cold and wet,
I lean in an interesting tilt
to warm your eyes.
Over all the in-securing challenges
the unsettling pressures encapsulating the speed of life
time fades and loses its taste locked out here
but within I have no fear
because
upward I stare and steer over that gate of liberty outside of here
as the hope within
keeps me alive
and company as I have no where
to cast my glances upon
this barricading barriers and intimidating fears
within these walls of stagnancy and hovering barrenness
I find myself restricted and tied within
these challenges that last not forever
I am not at all intimidated
because time, dreams and hope never age
so do I endure all these painful stains without hating
but silently my hope clothes and feeds the burning remnants and embers of passions left
unexplored with love, power and the ideal message of music
surviving I give time its grace believing that that brand new packaged moment will come
to start living the dream that I have longed to see live
I am here unchanged that my dream will live out on the streets and that everyone shall
drink of its cup now and forevermore
because of these
I can assure you as I sit before you this day
haven learned, stronger and getting ready to be triumphant
I
am
here
unafraid…………..
Sometimes I’m afraid to dream about somethings
I just can’t bear it if I fell off that dream
I feel numb to hear that reality stings
Afraid of failure that’s what I seem
I may dream too high, I just cannot fall too deep
Once I’ve dreamt about star
But I didn’t catch that dream just in time
It left me a scar
Just like stuck in a crime
And sadness won’t be so far