Best Oneiric Poems
"The Kissing Loop"
My eyes close to keep you there
in a dream slow dancing, bow and cello we waltz in air
bending you closer into my body
like this pea soup fog embracing me
I walk quiet streets surrounded
by Mountains of Blue
the fat bellied pregnant clouds deliver
a life that is verdant, that is new
a new day is born
through some kind of Light storm
grey mist in a teacup of a town
I am walking in the clouds
this could be some kind of heaven
high up in my beautiful kingdom
free as a bird gliding silently
down quiet streets besieged by
beguiling story unfurling
in forests of blues lavenders and greens
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
Blue Highway at the Cross Roads
Where time is easy, fresh air to breathe
The record in my mind that plays
over grooves cracked for a thousand and more days
where the kissing loop repeats it’s mission repeats it’s mission
some kind of erudite Sanskrit, like kissing walls Aramaic, another foreign language
but you’ll hear the message if you quiet your mind and your heart listens
Love is in every step taken
One step forward 3 step back
The Kissing Loop that’s been playing it’s oneiric
"Blue Highway at the Cross Roads"
is right on track
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
and here stands me
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Some Beautiful Story
(Lovejoy-Burton/August 2018)
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Categories:
oneiric, birth, death, destiny, fate,
Form:
Free verse
Written: January 09, 2024
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Seen through a sepia scale
Drab grief, of hiemal cradle
mirthless, a desolate land
shrouded in frozen doldrums,
amid solemn ripples
on threnody and sizzle
akin to a gentle sway
with a oneiric, susurrous
tambourine wave of yore
rain whistles in tune
of doodles in gold and silver.
Swells of silk
of a hypnotic spell—origami
wispy petrichor wafts!
It was tender
ignominious mayhem
of withering earth
sadly surprised
amidst golden neon notes
and vermilion,
as stricken soil stirs.
And flushes in luscious tones
of singing and crystals
as daffodils and clover bloom
amidst webs of aurelian curls
a fairy's rhapsody,
let spring song rise!
each seed that is still alive
hope will sprout subtly,
to refuel the soul
from the cosmic womb.
Wars will hinder any way to harmony
and allegiance to nations
Earth is our vast home
we purport as world healers
send me a melody
smoother than embers
we're rooted in clay
as melody with thawing knack
once I visualized piano tunes,
each tone evoked anguish
yet, our sonata is harmless
paramount of my persona
beyond brink of kismet
we ought to sigh and cry
sultry concerto
In a garden labyrinth.
Categories:
oneiric, adventure, analogy, bereavement, character,
Form:
Free verse
I'm here bordering almost oneiric
in a state of somnolence in an invisible fire
wearing the personification of a hellish realm
obsessive and compulsive in the unknown...
I turn the hourglass counting grains of sand
to validate my existence pondering am I a victim
alone and depressed tonight...
Are you as lonely as I am, perhaps?
do you wear the narcissistic smile
in the shape of the crescent moon?
Que tal, La Luna
I whisper to the night in disintegration
"Your sleepy lullaby has failed me tonight"
just as the opiates that fall from your eyes
in steams of gleaming silver dreams...
Euphoria fades with shallow thoughts
in glass silhouettes of burning embers
making a pile of ashes so unique
no insane arsonist could have imagined...
Comes the dawn to end this paralysis
leaving me wondering am I just a marionette
that even opiates or Xanax cannot cure...
On the corner of my night table
empty bottles mock me...
Categories:
oneiric, addiction, dark, depression, ,
Form:
Free verse
Wisdom wild wavering wyrd, wonder of winsome ways
Ostentatiously opportunistic, Orpheus oneiric orchid,
Marvelously mystical mirth maker making man amaze
Ardently argumentative, and artistic accenter; avid
Nymph. Naturally nurturing nostalgic nidulation days
How do I praise the sweet excess in you, the grace
Oozing milk of kindness, compassion that bore me
Obdurate beauty more profound than the pretty face?
Dance dear dreamer devoid of drums drizzled memory.
Categories:
oneiric, tribute,
Form:
Acrostic
Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,
Twinkle
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell
Twinkle
Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel
Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate
Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress
Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?
Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn
Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art
Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave
Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile
Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty
11/19/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
Categories:
oneiric, beauty, dream, romantic,
Form:
A walk solitary in the evening,
took me to a path
that led to the vast calm sea
under the serene blue sky;
In the midway, I stopped
to reach a spot so calm and placid,
with verdant plains of pristine blooms,
in green rusticity of bucolic charm,
when whispers of my soul echoed
and merged into that stillness:
stillness of an enchanting moment,
of a delightful warm evening.
Feeling the throb of silence,
I pondered on the musings of my soul,
lost in thought on the fragility of life;
In a trancelike state that followed,
I saw the golden sun setting over
the primordial sea and felt
my eyes strained to catch a glimpse
of a cherubic shadowy image,
emerging and floating
in the distant faint hazy sky.
An ephemeral moment shrouded in obscurity...
Is it real or imaginary?
Mouth agape, I saw a dainty form
like that of an ethereal divine spirit:
so delicate, graceful, gossamer-fragile;
the angelic figure opened her mouth,
as if to say something to me,
in a low faint voice.
Anxiety overtook my poise,
in that dreamlike illusory moment
Ah so oneiric;
as I glared at the wispy shape,
at that mystical instant
that seemed to be surreal,
I heard tunes mellifluous,
and chiming of soft bells;
swirling hues of blue, purple
and golden yellow,
and sparkles of light
charmed my eyes - all
so chimeric and unreal.
Then, the starry-eyed heavenly angel
spoke to me in her soothing soft voice:
"The soul of Nature is bleeding
Never let Her perish... "
An evening chorus of pigeons
now roused me from my reverie.
I stood there in astonishment,
reflecting on all that happened
A while ago...
The angel had disappeared...
Now, the sun was about to set,
and I was standing
at the same spot as before...
With the message of the angel
still echoing in my mind...
Date: 05/28/2021
Submitted for: Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
oneiric, dream, heaven, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
In fluent argot like a profound inchoate
Chthonic patronizing blood paroxysmally folds in curdles
You illuminate none but yourself with a pleasant scapegrace idiocy
Dishevelled and voluble in dark ages of medieval filth
Legerdemain to my vituperate wills and wanders
Anything in purge of the death of proclivity, namely yours
Crepuscular black skies, fugacious and oneiric...you dissolve them
Caviler
Caviler
Caviler
Abate your breaths
Categories:
oneiric,
Form:
Free verse
Mind plays itself shuffling with words thereby -
Imaginations are much creative, justifying realistic;
Heart often cries - instead tears falling from sky
A smile often brings the daylight, justifying happiness naturalistic.
She plays by his garden of roses and dances along with the jonquils -
Her voice! Is often likened along with the birds sung…
Yet when she abhors his feelings -
He often resembles with the world of iniquities
Along with the bright sky that provoked darkness.
He then makes a life out of grief
And thinks as the earth is no more as it is –
He imagines the birds to fly with him
And the clouds to give shelter –
He imagines the rain to pour with tears
And the blue roses to bosom in winter –
He imagines the ocean not so vast
And swim with the world within it –
He imagines the mountains not so high
And climbs along desperately to his last breath.
He then faces a journey that’s seen differently
People around him but he expects himself to be lonely –
He then counts the number of days with no more distress
And writes down everything with all oneiric images.
Categories:
oneiric, imaginationworld,
Form:
Free verse
from hazy pastel shades of blue
bound by storms
a fiery glow
smooth and shiny
zigzags of xanthous and marigold
zooming the horizon
rolling tyrolean choric runes
exquisitely enhanced wall murals
with a flaxen-colored scheme.
as well as soloists
dazzling tangents and
waves of origami art
tune tones and beguile the waves
to an oneiric shimmer
Written: April 17, 2023
3rd place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1209 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
oneiric, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form:
Free verse
SHADOWS TRYST
Shadows lead as they sometimes will
interspersed with moments of just standing still
as if deciding “what’s the next right move”
or marching on as if they’ve naught to prove.
Shadows follow as at times they must
stalking - through heredity’s dust
carving their initials in our family tree
you can’t outrun what you can’t see.
Shadows disappear at apogee
no idea where they’ve been or will be
a moment’s torment to make a choice
maintain their silence or seek a voice.
Mottled memories adrift in time
tortured dance of shapeless mime
wisps of whimsy, oneiric mists
then, now, and when, in shadows tryst.
John G. Lawless
7/5/2015
Categories:
oneiric, family, history, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
I found in myself substructures of understanding and they see more than my eyes, they predict a future under the shade of trees in the huge patio behind the house, the light coming from the sunny roof of the world, gills of few fish quivering in the pond of tiles, chairs and sitting on them the dead of my life that talk and disappear replaced by the dead that we will be, the fish bubble up confidences about everyone, the wall is uneven because the roots of the plane trees have lifted part of the ground, I feel ecumenical this moment but my hands burned making the coffee, you in the dream help me politely with damp cloths, transparently cross the empty rooms of the rest of humanity swept by the moving air, the dust circulates through the children who mature, I see very well through the periscope of this oneiric nautilus, I see that the coast is being bombed, the fragments of the offices are paper sentences and each one of them condemns us, days that will still come, because March never comes for a February so expanded by the memories.
Categories:
oneiric, fish, memory, people,
Form:
Prose
I did make a wasp gasp
with my splendiferous doggerel
that not even I sit well
with. & a note came from hell
penned in a tongue alien to me...
only the vile violet violinist
understood such oneiric idiocy...
& said it was emetic
& not truly good nor copacetic.
Even September agrees
such is the golden music
that easily delights the bees
& can make a wasp gasp.
Categories:
oneiric, animal, language, music, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
MELIORISM
This world stings like the scorpion,
And I will not filter in her tears,
This I said because I’m a champion,
Only throwing jabs, it really wears!
Like the faeces of a chameleon,
She stinks in her odourless sheers,
Truly this world bites in oblivion.
And never to be seen in klaipeda _
The elysian sky has deceived me,
Leaving behind their propaganda;
This dark ominous mangles me...
The tenet of retronym in obscurity,
Why we can walk without security.
The quell for fairness may wither,
As we skulk in together!
The gargoyle mole of pains...
Hardship is loose and unfettered;
As we wallow in this sane oneiric,
That never sought for the kindred,
Of conflate moth of harangue...
The axiomatic mild of the youths,
The automatic bunkum in heroism,
The cosplay to this hilarious pains,
The syringe to my bitter whinge.
To saudade for the shadows of life,
A vain wait for meliorism!
When will it get back bitterly better?
Categories:
oneiric, africa, anger, anxiety, courage,
Form:
Didactic
In the enchanted night, when the moon weaves its silver mantle,
The insomniac wanders through the labyrinth of his arcane thoughts,
His last refuge, a crystal castle of eternal consciousness,
Rises above the sleeping world, a mystical beacon in the darkness.
His gaze, a magic wand that splits the veil of night,
Reveals secrets hidden in the scrolls of the sky,
While others float on clouds of ephemeral dreams,
He gathers falling stars, transforming them into an elixir of wisdom.
The clock ticks, a pendulum of destiny suspended in time,
Each second, a pearl in the necklace of infinity,
For him, minutes are grimoires full of unspoken spells,
In which he can weave the web of parallel realities.
His superiority, an ivory tower amidst the cosmic storm,
Rises ethereal, yet firm, in the face of hypnotic sleep waves,
A magical illusion that nourishes his soul with divine nectar,
Anchoring him in his realm of expanded consciousness.
Through enchanted windows, he scrutinizes the world immersed in dreams,
A solitary wizard of his eternal insomnia kingdom,
Wondering if he might be the Supreme Dreamer,
In an oneiric reality woven by his own magic.
Thus passes the night, a dance of shadows and arcane lights,
The insomniac, an alchemist of the secrets of profound darkness,
Until dawn finds him, tired but enlightened,
Wearing the invisible diadem of one who has conquered mortal sleep.
Categories:
oneiric, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
I refuse to languish in obscurity
hiding parts of my personality.
As a target I stood.
Verity will always light up the dark.
A white lightning rod, an electric spark
as what’s solid is viewed.
I am the woman with oneiric eyes,
the one who’s focus is the far off prize.
No nonsense attitude.
Shrinking yourself back into a bubble,
sounds to me like a whole lot of trouble.
Small is never selfhood.
Categories:
oneiric, emotions, feelings, mental health,
Form:
Tail-rhyme