Best Trancelike Poems
As I made my way through the shadowy forest of doubt,
I had the most unusual dreamlike thoughts.
I stared trancelike when a herd of unicorns approached,
led by a surreal Mad Hatter seeking Alice.
In the hazy early morning light on a trail we’d traveled often,
I paused to blink, knowing the visions were ethereal.
Unicorns? Please, this herd looked like something from a fairytale,
and I wondered if they could be anything but imaginary.
Then a familiar voice I heard. It was yours, my love.
You reminded me to enjoy the moment, not to think so hard.
Real or unreal, it was a vision brewed by an active imagination,
one that will not rest until I find my way back to you.
*May 24, 2021
For Constance La France’s “Dreamlike” Contest
The yellow bird is back to the tranquil meadow
where my soul finds a true repose,
she didn't leave me....
I speak to her every day,
she tweets back with glee!
We talk about the illusory flamboyant days
which tip-toed away in a veil,
the glistening saffron-hued days
when I was twenty-one,
with trancelike beat in my feet, enthralling song in my heart,
dreamy eyes unfolding beauty of love!
With amber kindness in my soul,
with tangerine hope in my voice,
with azure grace in my walk,
with vermillion exuberance in my dance.
That twenty-one is never really gone,
I still feel its demure whispering,
the hope, the dream, the cadence, the beat,
it's incredible! never left me!
Yellow Bird, I know you come from afar,
where aquamarine clouds rendezvous hazy mountains,
where shimmering ocean splashes the ruby-red horizon,
where chartreuse waterfalls descends on coral rocks like a symphony…..
I offer you all my songs,
my music, my soul,
my dream, my hope,
to carry it to your alluring land...truly amazing!
And sing, and sing, and sing!
FIRST PLACE
July 2, 2021
For Brian Strand (July 12) Poetry Contest
Enchanting melodies call me to the lush green forest, the
calls of soprano birds singing to my spirit, heart, soul, blissfully.
Sweet rhapsodies enthrall me to dwell within this intoxicating forest.
Trancelike and enraptured, I fall into the emerald and the lovely wildflowers,
and the forest has a magical spell on my beauty. I dwell in this green dream.
Still, you will find with me in the lush, do not be afraid, just step into rapture.
You will find euphoria and peace, now take my hand and you will be transported . . .
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June 28, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic Free Verse/Ecstasy
Copyright Protected, ID 16-804-823-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Ecstasy
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
My head rests on the doorframe, as I'm watching him at work.
I'm jealous of the devotion, and the motion of his hands,
much surprised at the green-eyed dragon that lurks within my mind,
while he rubs the pungent oil into muscles of the pine.
With rolled up sleeves, a sweaty brow, his rough, sandpaper hands.
he hones a smile along the aisle of every strand of wood
With even strokes, a time-worn cloak is peeled back and released,
where the onion skin of years and wear
had been entombed beneath the grain
He groans with satisfaction, (this Frankenstein, of mine),
while something worn, and tossed away,
is brought to life.
Back from the dead
A shimmering sheen, patina gleams while morning light slides in,
I think I see a swirl of smoke that curls above his head
And the warmth of the wood has sizzled hot, as if the sun came up
No awareness of the passion, engrained upon his face,
he sees me not, .... or my jealous want,.......His needs have been erased.
The lingering scent of linseed has claimed my breathing space
There are swarming nests of sawdust , cart-wheeling in the air,
a strand of hair, falls out of place.......and I cannot tear my eyes from here
The sensual, taunting, simple grace.......my eyes have begged to stay
I stare and marvel, for awhile
A shiver up my spine, implores.....to touch the man I face,
release his trancelike state of mind,
and let his fingers trace
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When stars are hidden from view
And hazy clouds hang in the night
I remember a lover I knew
An ethereal beauty of sunlight
Days were pure with laughter's guise
With imaginary dreams, we'd mine
Surreal the moment, we dropped our disguise
To share a trancelike fervor so divine
Our flowering hearts we'd claim
From the shadowy garden, we desired
This dreamlike world turned to molten flame
An unreal realm, where our souls conspired
5/27/21
“Don’t seek to be happy; let everyone else chase after that rainbow. Seek to be kind, and you’ll find the rainbow follows you.”
- Richelle E. Goodrich
Surreal as the ebb and flow of soft mists
With imaginary songs in the distance
Igniting spirits with gentle swirls and twists
Hazy whispers of hope found in existence
Beneath shadowy folds of a laughing sun
Praying and praising with honest persistence
Ethereal breaths of joy heaven has spun
Within hearts in hues of kindness grown from hope
Publishing sweet passion that has just begun
Dreamlike feelings come alive to help me cope
Giving me a trancelike silence in the flow
Calm as the summer rain falling on the slope
Unreal, like a fantasy, love aglow
When I reach the end of that lovely rainbow
Dreamlike Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
May 23, 2021
Why is it that
in a dream, he found himself awake—
walking trancelike in a haze—
knowing someone he has never met?
So special.
They live;
They love,
and they are one.
Then, in a moment,
it all ends, and he is awake
in this life—not the one
he'd choose, torn from
the only woman
he had ever truly loved.
Her face, her touch, her voice,
he remembers them all.
The memories are as real
as any he has formed in life.
Palpable as dawn, so
hr starts searching for
a strand of her long hair or
familiar scent somewhere on his
clothes, but nothing, and he knows then
he will never ever see her again.
Trancelike moments linger as I bid my time
a glimpse of angular contour, a face a smile
warmer then the melting sun his hand in mine
surreal in dreamlike state, his touch docile
as gentle as the rain that falls from heaven's lair
he, my imaginary lover my ethereal beau
is a memorized forbiddance, together we draw air
as we dance upon cloud nine without a care
Unreal as the twinkle of a star in heaven's realm
those hazy moments spent, devour me whole
they take me to a shadowy place beneath the elm
where we deflower every kiss, then lose control.
May 30, 2021
Sponsor : Constance La France
Contest Name: Writer prompt - dreamlike
She found a hero in the book's shadowy schemes,
The detective who could enter the realm of dreams
She turned the pages of her imagination
As the book's surreal plot unfolded
It was in this dreamlike dimension
The fiend would be found,
In slumber his dreams would give him away
And her hero would be crowned
Then the plot took another twist
And her conclusions became hazy
She realized her assumptions were unreal
The lines became blurred in this imaginary zone
She finally reached the last chapter
in this twisted ethereal tale,
She stared at the book in a trancelike state;
Her hero was the villain she had come to hate!
5-28-2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I spied him by the road at rest,
one scarred and marked by battle's test.
He bore great countenance of life,
this ancient warrior worn from strife.
His vestments lay shed 'neath an oak,
thick muscled frame and tunic's cloak.
From sleep, he woke as I walked by,
and marked me with a dense, dark eye.
"Join me," he spoke, then fully rose.
"Find shade and lie here, in repose.
Let me regale of battles massed,
of valiant men, their lives now passed.
Each scar I bear, each strike of blade
I know the time and place was made."
I sat beside his shining brand,
he spoke of those slain by his hand.
My gaze transfixed he fired my dreams
of battles where blood ran like streams.
His gleaming gladius would strike flesh
the sweat and blood of foes to mesh.
His only hope to strike and live,
no quarter drawn and none to give.
While I sat in a trancelike state
he voiced of brave men meeting fate.
At last, he stood and stretched his frame,
and sighing, softly spoke this claim.
"I've died a hundred times from fear,
escaped each mortal blow when near.
These words I'd pray as battle surged
when my own life was nearly purged.
'Grant courage, valor, honor, death.'
A fearful soldier's last deep breath."
"Young man, we've broken our fast here.
The time to rise and depart, near.
You shared our time and listened well,
to tales this time-worn warrior tells."
"Great soldier, where will your road end,
on far flung field, with loyal friend?
Let battle's call now pass you by.
Live on in peace 'til called to die!"
"I'll trek until I find good end.
Now part and call this soldier, friend.
No far flung marsh or battle drum,
I march and seek Elysium!"
The Road and the Ancient Soldier
11-23-13
Rhymed Couplets
Pompeii at the top of the stairs,
Her negligee glowing like the moonlight.
The trancelike eclipse chases her to bed.
The milky softness of her gown —
birds like stars stun him to moans.
The thickness of her hair haloes the pillow
A mirror reflects his volcanic shadow.
The universe — the subtle kisses
the eruption of Vesuvius.
Seems forever at rest, in each other’s arms.
11/27/2018
one fine sunny morning dazzling golden sunrise
dancing with rays of magical sunshine
dewdrops on silver webs glistening drops
he began whistling and dancing
picking wild mushrooms on the forest floor
to make magic wonder and happenings occur
he begins building and stoking the fire
throwing turf on until red hot
sticks the pot over the flicking flames
stirring emotions inside bubble and steam
throws in a mountain of carrots, peas, herbs
with lots of other sorts of raw veggies
adding a rare drop of mountain spirits . . .
next freeing a soul adding an alchemic fuel so rare
making himself a most magical and delicious stew
as he cooked he began devouring the stew more and more
then slowly he felt himself floating high so high
in a bubble so wonderful and dear and so clear
picked up by a pocket of air and floating even more
when . . .
a lovely fairy princess appears gossamer wings your light
and then appearing again under a radiant rainbow bridge
and with one cherished and most special romantic kiss
he began waltzing with her to a melody so haunting yet pretty
and while lost in this mystical trancelike moment of splendor
the fairy princess stole his heart that was pure gold
and when he came around alone—so alone
an icy cold shiver then ran down his very spine
it was just a silly old leprechaun dream and all he thought
as I see her magic sparkling potions cast on someone else too
the big ethereal and mystical bubble of fairy elves just burst
wide open for him and all others to see while the elves
laughed raucously so hard with little warm tears running down
their little rosy cheeks . . .
the leprechaun pondered—next time Me thinks Me be more
careful with them mushrooms Me happily picks on the forest floor—
and stick to drinkin’ the old mountain forest dew with some
lovely luscious shots of the oldest Irish whiskey with a stout nip o’ gin . . . .
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright ©
All Rights Reserved (December 3, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)
Despite the large orange flowering flame tree
That shaded my veranda, the summer heat was intense.
No amount of ice-cold beer could quench my thirst.
A stone throw away was my lovely verdant wood.
It lured me towards a more shadowy place.
Iridescent hues filtered through high branches
Of dark oak trees and stately ashes.
I trod the path, dotted with dubious luminous toadstools.
Distracted I mistook my normal path.
A large hawthorn hedge seemed to block my way,
Till I found an opening, a dreamlike scenario.
There a rivulet twisted its way among the trees
Growing fast till it became a pool in front of a dark deep cave.
Blossoms evanescence fragrance of the wood supplanted
The scent of flowing waters adorned with lotus flowers.
Distant vibrant music echoed with euphonic refrains.
Dancing above the hazy pool was a sight never to be forgotten.
She was beauty in perfection, a palpable poetic water sprite.
Spying me on the bank, she beckoned me to join her.
Who could resist such a soft embrace as we danced
Above the lotus covered pool while meadowlarks
Accompanied us with their warbling tunes?
My heart was filled with radiant love,
Ethereal whispers warmed my yearning heart.
Her luscious lips suddenly brushed mine.
Her loving embrace charmed me into surreal ecstasy
Her alluring eyes sent loving messages
As somehow, I felt the pull of the upper skies,
A feeling of unforgettable emotional attainment
Riding the woolly cooling clouds.
I woke from my trancelike riddle
As I found myself back on my veranda.
I had to find her again, but the sun was setting.
I resigned myself to fate. Was all I saw unreal and imaginary?
I desperately longed for a new morn and a new encounter.
24 May 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
On a hazy day, in the mid of the jungle
through the dense rain forest, we trek;
Where astounding waterfalls spread smoke
and the various birds sing melodious jingles
Swaying lofty trees filter the sunlight,
cause the shadowy effect inside ;
They do sieve worldly sounds and impure air
and so the serene surreal ambience stays there
The recent rains flattened some tall trees
but equally granted the unique mushrooms;
Though the route is really tough and rough
the fragrance of the fresh rains embrace
Those lush green fungi on the rocks
do try too hard to block our walk;
Rustling the leaves, snakes move to bush,
discerning the scene, the poor rats ambush
Oops, these leaches suck my blood
and my shoes often stuck in the mud;
Our signposts are those largest footprints
of the giant elephants and trails of these tiny ants
Dreamlike journey it is, to meet imaginary animals;
Our target is to encounter those ethereal creatures
that we often hear and see in comics and animation films
but other than those animals we have seen so many things
Lion tailed macaque, Nilgiri tahr,
Great hornbill, Indian Giant squirrels
and the other colorful birds that are rare
look cuter than those unreal creatures
Trancelike travel inside the jungle
make us behold the real beauties;
Finally reached the plain grass land,
where the sun leers amid the blue screen.
The footsteps we trace, not just taken us to the plain
The tranquillity they offer, help us perceive the heaven
It's the great hike that raises our energy levels
It's the toughest trek that weakens our stress devil
May 26 2021
For the contest Writing prompt- dreamlike by Constance La France
one fine sunny morning dazzling golden sunrise
dancing with rays of magical sunshine
dewdrops on silver webs glistening drops
he began whistling and dancing
picking wild mushrooms on the forest floor
to make magic wonder and happenings occur
he begins building and stoking the fire
throwing turf on until red hot
sticks the pot over the flicking flames
stirring emotions inside bubble and steam
throws in a mountain of carrots, peas, herbs
with lots of other sorts of raw veggies
adding a rare drop of mountain spirits . . .
next freeing a soul adding an alchemic fuel so rare
making himself a most magical and delicious stew
as he cooked he began devouring the stew more and more
then slowly he felt himself floating high so high
in a bubble so wonderful and dear and so clear
picked up by a pocket of air and floating even more
when . . .
a lovely fairy princess appears gossamer wings your light
and then appearing again under a radiant rainbow bridge
and with one cherished and most special romantic kiss
he began waltzing with her to a melody so haunting yet pretty
and while lost in this mystical trancelike moment of splendor
the fairy princess stole his heart that was pure gold
and when he came around alone—so alone
an icy cold shiver then ran down his very spine
it was just a silly old leprechaun dream and all he thought
as I see her magic sparkling potions cast on someone else too
the big ethereal and mystical bubble of fairy elves just burst
wide open for him and all others to see while the elves
laughed raucously so hard with little warm tears running down
their little rosy cheeks . . .
the leprechaun pondered—next time Me thinks Me be more
careful with them mushrooms Me happily picks on the forest floor—
and stick to drinkin’ the old mountain forest dew with some
lovely luscious shots of the oldest Irish whiskey with a stout nip o’ gin . . . .
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright ©
All Rights Reserved (December 3, 2014)