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 in the first light snow.
They make the river crest the shore
When swirls of vivid hues abound
Dancing before they touch the ground
As autumn breezes in once more.
I marvel at the leaves in flight
And wonder where they will alight.
I stop to watch the eagle soar.
Below the gorge at valley’s floor,
I listen to the fierce winds roar.
They make the river crest the shore
As autumn breezes in once more.
7-29-20
~Poem of the Day July 31, 2020~
Constanza Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
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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 ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe.
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Simple Musing
Silent One
27 February 2019
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 with joyful tune
The raptures of impatient June;
With potent scent the blooming flowers
Perfumes time with fragrant hours
A nest well hidden in a tree
Holds new life we can't yet see;
The crimson rose perfumes the gale
The virgin lily crowns the vale.
Where sun and shadows come to dwell
Seductive spring will cast her spell.
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 sorrows weep with the fading year;
Fields of cluttered stubble are tangled
With rampant weeds, dew drop spangled.
Flocks of birds leave like flying missiles
Over fields of corn and drying thistles;
Then my dream of autumn fades, paling
Through a grandeur all prevailing
When sunset fires light sky and sea
And sink in the breath of serenity.
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 vision of what life would be
Innocent intentions that let our lives feel free
Enraptured in each others arms as twilight fell.
As we lay amidst colored leaves that autumn day,
Those sweet memories still so vivid in my mind;
Your handsome face, your softest lips that I would find
When pressed against my lips caused me to pray.
Grateful, I thanked the Lord for serendipity.
That we would find each other in a world so great
And feel electric sparks at first glance to be fate
Two souls with similar affinity.
I thought that we would forever have binding ties.
You hid a fearsome temper you could not rein.
With my fear of violence I could not contain,
We sadly parted ways with heartbreakng goodbyes.
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.
9-18-18
Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart~Fourth Place~
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 - whistling wind-swept dreams of brown
as twilight bleeds merlot red runes - shifting shades of coral pink clouds weep
flurry flakes curve - amidst a deep labyrinth of chamomile silence
butterflies rest upon rain rinsed roses - exhaling brisk balmy blues
timeless tales of forgotten tulips - yet between dusk and dawn faith thrives
and frost-kissed hope - swiftly turns a new leaf - feathered with crystal belief
but - if to love your moon is madness - let stars fade into cosmic dust
Nightbound Winter Reverie
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Panagiota Romios
Lost in a frigid forest, till you took my hand.
A large, black watch diamond afghan, you wrapped me in.
The strength of your sinuous thighs helped me stand.
The flickering stars breathed their own fire,
Magic, to me, shivering with thee.
Was this perchance a dream?
All those moonlit icicles glistening like rainbows from whispering trees.
The owl's eyes smiled and danced in brilliant ecstasy.
As we walked on crunchy snow,
My heart carved golden by your gallantry. .
How calm, I was in this frozen desert.
We spoke not a word, but forged on together.
This phantasmagoric mix of ice and snow.
You, my mystical dream and snow-lit sensation.
My symphonnic heart ,my winter soliloquy
11-22-2020
9:30 a.m.
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 I was dreaming of running back and forth,
running after sunset or wind that came from north.
Maybe I was dreaming, my dream was young and bold,
Now my days are gloomy and nights are getting cold.
Maybe I was dreaming, mom was there with a smile
Hugged me, kissed me, and loved me, even for a while.
Maybe I was dreaming, when flying with no wing.
Dancing dauntless, and thinking, death will never sing.
Maybe I was dreaming the sweetest dream of all,
Laughing with my father while tears began to fall.
Maybe I was dreaming, when playing hide and seek,
Woke up one day, found out I am sick and also weak.
Let me be in dreamland do not wake me up.
In dreams, I am drunken, pour me one more cup.
Let me be in dreamland, the sky is brighter there,
I am always blissful, and love to breathe that air.
Let me be in dreamland, like children I can run.
Like dawn in the mornings, who melts in loving sun.
Let me be in dreamland, my days are always dark.
Darkness is so painful; all I need is a spark.
Let me be in dreamland, “Haloo” lives in dreams.
He knows what the dreams are as sweet as it seems.
4/13/2022 Haloo
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 hymn
Is celebrating life's fleeting and graceful flight.
Raindrops are falling in a celestial jeté
I breathe in the air so crisp and so fair.
A gentle wind as secrets it keeps
A promise of renewal in the cool autumn ballet.
Within decay's soft and relentless caress
Unseen beauty takes the actors stage.
Golden leaves crunch underfoot like nature’s applause
Soft light filters through the trees like a lover's gaze.
Silence of the air soothes my soul like a lullaby.
Autumn is a ballet of graceful transition
A time for release and a moment to move on.
Yet, it is also a time of great hope.
A chance for fresh beginnings and where dancers are drawn.
The Harvest's abundance in life's great field
For the Fruits of labor and love's sweet trove.
The apple's nectar on my tongue, it yields.
Nature's gift is a dance
from heavens above.
Yet, as I taste the apple’s sweet yield...
I am transported to autumns of past.
To childhood days in the orchard field
And laughter lament is fading fast.
We seek the fire's embrace
against the chill.
As we are preparing for winter's
timeless phase.
And children's laughter fills with thrill -
That joyous echo of
Halloween's displays.
A fire crackles in life’s burning spin.
Look, as new life emerges from...
the ember's gentle glow.
We experience a symbol of...
transformation
a dance within...
Just like life's eternal rhythm...
like a river's ebb and flow.
There is steadfast and an...
unwavering resolve.
As a lone leaf clings to its
solitary dream.
A dream of green...
a dance as life revolves...
Against winter's ongoing
relentless regime.
Within winter's embrace and where life's seeds lie
Lies a seed of promise...
in silence grown.
I close my eyes and join autumn's
endless grace.
In reverie... I find my truest home.
Yet when I awaken -
It was a fleeting dream.
As the scent of autumn lingers in the air...
A testament to time that life's beauty is in…
Its ever-turning stream.
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
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 the
shrouded sanctum,
excitedly expecting,
the lavish outpour,
with the cherubs,
leap forward,
our contaminated chalice,
we shed transgressions,
slithering veneer,
digging for who we are,
out of the covetous quagmire.
Gradually into an ecstatic reverie,
where time and space are muffled,
mental symphony, being level and quiet,
quietness says volumes,
rich and calming,
controlling all noises,
who enters my head?
stillness grows inside,
permeating every bodily fiber,
magically interacting within,
so aged things may be rejuvenated,
a baffling land that hides delight,
swaying daisy petals and soft skin,
circles of cutlery.
Colorful smells scent them
pasted text paralysis,
capture lovely theaters,
subtle care cracks,
juxtaposed with colors and rich smells,
falling and reveling.
Written: August 06, 2025
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The traffic roars as wounded gulls.
metal beats skated over the asphalt waves,
each honk a fractured prayer,
fleeing the city, restless breath.
I sit beneath a twisted jacaranda tree.
Its lavender flowers unfurl as the sun dips low
Parrots squabble in the canopy—
boisterous, unrepentant, and singing,
stirring the dawn with their raucous cries,
a beauty entwined with longing.
Their melody exists beyond,
concrete and clocks,
I sip coffee—malnourished warmth—
Its bitter essence wedged between my ribs,
where comfort once thrived.
The chipped cup, a reflection of lost trust.
Each face that passes me
is a silent question,
I have forgotten how to answer.
Once I skated these streets
hungry for names,
for the echo of someone to cram my void,
But identity remains a fog
caught between chain-link fences
and fragrant jasmine vines.
Yet still,
I listen for that singular voice
amid the clamorous parrots,
the one that might beckon me back
into the wholeness of myself.
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 who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
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?
Your long
dark lashes lowered in a shy tender way.
My gaze was fixed on you as I breathed in your
sweet scent.
A wisp of your raven hair fell across your brow.
I wanted to reach out and brush it back for you.
Suddenly I
felt a rush, a blush bloomed on my face,
and just that fast, I fell in love.
A week
went by until I saw you again. I could barely
contain my excitement. We made plans to
have coffee.
After our rendezvous we walked in the park
with autumn displaying her brightest hues,
our enjoyment
of the colors only surpassed by our first kiss.
It wasn’t meant to be that we would stay together.
And now,
looking back at all those years ago, I remember and
*everything carries me to you.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note* The last line of my poem is borrowed from Pablo Neruda’s
Poem “If You Forget Me”
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 than the images one sees in the world of dreams.
In this fantastic, altered state of being, I felt, I touched
a beautiful pink where all life begins, and begins !
My lips, my tongue, my fingers tips sailed across a body
of pure water, caressing every atom, every epithelio
of life, stroking your soul from head to your little toe
and back to the world of pink, where sweet lips met mine,
lubricating my tongue in the most passionate French kiss
your motherhood has or will ever have known !
My state of reverie !, my dream, but not your reality.
The reverie of my Saturday, I’d love to make your reality !
B. J. “A” 2
February 18th 2007