Best Reverie Poems

I stop to watch the eagle soar.
At dawn his silhouette flies high
Through brilliant tinted scarlet sky.

Below the gorge at valley’s floor,
The creatures rise up one by one;
A quest for food has just begun.

I listen to the fierce winds roar.
Descending from the north they blow
And carry...

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When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my 
simple musing.

Susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.

As words lose 
innocent connotations

i drift into my
silent reverie.

Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought

who knows what winds may come and go.

Motionless mind agrees to a...

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I heard the maytime robin sing
His merry voice has wakened spring;
Each golden note bursts forth to soar
Where sound and blossom now restore.
The drowsy earth sheds winter's rest
And all that slept find spring confessed
That radiant song that fills the air
Brings good news beyond compare.

The birds proclaim...

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Shifting haze, so slowly trailing
Through wood and field, now veiling
Melancholy skies, holding back the tears
With wild geese flying to meet other years.
Flames of crimson torches come flinging
Leaves on knarled branch swinging; 
Desolate winds rush leaping
Taking flowers to their final sleeping.
In the groaning of the atmosphere
Unfolding...

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Nightbound Winter Reverie
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when last rays of autumn - tip toe along to sunset streaked reveries

listen to the crisp breeze of fallen fairies - truth floats through tawny tunes

whilst crickets chirp - lulling grieving trees - silhouette of sky bursts in gold

a crumpled haven of seraphic swings -...

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 Reverie … 
 
Maybe I was dreaming, the season was the spring, 
Blissful, joyful, youthful, I lived it like a king. 
 
Maybe I was dreaming, when the mirror was my friend. 
hair was black as midnight, and smiles were not pretend. 
 
Maybe...

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In autumn's graceful waltz of time
Where beauty and decay lovely intertwine.
And where joy and sorrow blissfully dance
In grace, they move this is a mesmerizing rhyme.

Leaves fall like a master painter's dream
Such a masterpiece mixed in color and light.
Twirling and a pirouette and the wind's gentle...

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From
Winter's
Fertile womb
Spring leaps newborn
Joy filled daffodils
Ribbons of rose sunshine
New music trimmed in lilac
Wrens and robins return the song
And savor wriggling joy like fat worms
Fragrant fantasies spin on silver rain




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Written: February: 06, 2024
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Peaceful solitude,
letting exit of daily routine,
surrender to peace,
deep breathing calms the spirit,
relax tight muscles,
exhaling painlessly,
away from extraneous impacts,
falling into happiness. 
 
Our palms are extended,
only a few inches away,
approach...

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Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all...

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As autumn begins her slow journey
leaving brilliant colors in her wake,
        I think of you.
It was a crisp day in autumn that I was
first drawn to your smile, do you remember?
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Reverie
Saturday in the arms of Mother Nature

That state – in between – just before one leaves consciousness
in order to cross the threshold into that world of the subconscious
That place between semi wakefulness and the land of dreams
where life is surrealistically richer, deeper than reality
and clearer...

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It is morn in the countryside late in the spring,
and the lake is so placid and birds they all sing.
All the flowers in bloom and the air is so clean;
not a day that’s so lovely has ever been seen.

As I walk to the lake I...

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My Waning Years

As my waning years return me to reverie
I dream about the days we spent with sylvan trees
As sunset casts its golden glow on canopies
And you and I thought our love would last eternally.

Love had us mesmerized under its magic spell 
Our youth's enchanted...

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