Daydream Poems - Poems about Daydream

There's a hint of winter in the evening air as the autumn days dwindle down to a golden few but I'm looking forward to spring and all it will bring when the whole wide world is reborn anew and then with summer just around the corner to see me through I'm thinking of early mornings with you to meet the sun and how a daydream or two for now will...

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"Fantasy ~ Imagination Are Twins. Having a fun time playing together in our dreams." By Poet As I look into last night's "Dream," I see a "Visualization" downstream. I see a huge bear and cubs dressed in lace of red and cream, that is a crazy color scheme. Is my "Imagination" going up in steam? The bears looked...

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eggshells crack ~ hummingbird trills awaken columbine sprouts...

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Wolf. Puma. Long-necked (or was it long-bodied?) Dragon. Forest...Fire. A Bunny, cute - and on its back. A Bounding Fox with Seaspray Fluff of Following Tail. A long-nosed Fellow bearing bulbous eyes; grown wider with surprise at the Cloudball gone: teetering off from said Nose. A Wingsuit Aerialist falling bellylong into greens below. Laughing. An Otter, now - popped up from (,some- how,) a Prairie Dog’s hole. Over the Water Gap. A profile, of a Presence’s Silouhette but...

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Reluctantly I sat abusing Some old and sad familiar musing That for some reason kept refusing To lie quietly A thought that in a moment read Was understood and put to bed Now prancing once more round my head O daring memory Why must thee wallow on the tongue Barren tree with fruit unsprung Tormenting, tempting songs unsung In endless reverie So oft times I've thought before Unquiet...

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yonder across the way blowing fragmented pieces tangled roaming free a breeze softy calls her name across divine wind cherry blossoms dance rising aloft touch Mt. Fugi and then gracefully fade away ...

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There was an old man who marched in Dublin, danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean. Guinness stout in clinking glass he drank whole night en masse. Through the day he dreamed Celtic dreams umpteen. ...

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I have been floating these days, in between thoughts, in between words. I have been grateful, and sick to my stomach at the unfairness of it all. Constellations strung together by invisible threads pull me back together, they place my bare feet gently back on soft grass. My, I have no idea of what I am...

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In the blithe breeze A baby’s hand opens to the light. In a daze, the radiant blaze, towering flower arching toward the golden solar rays. In a time-lapsing daydream, it rises, stretches and unfurls, soaking in and beckoning the sultry Sol, the simmering summer Sol. No wonder it is seen as good luck. First conceived in childish crayon, It bears the ragged, jagged...

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FOOD FOR THE SOUL!!! Food, is it when the of a Man is inserted into the of a Woman, with the moist release from the longing loins of the Bodies, aching to meet for that, satisfaction. Is that Food? Food to the Soul. Food, is it the legumes that are cooked together, in...

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Ambient noise, the silent song of day, TV static, and this high pitched ring. Creating a vision through bloodshot eyes, A vacant gaze meeting solemn void's stare. Dreaming those vivid details as they play, Savoring each moment and bitter sting. Knotting and untangling all the ties, From disposable camera that we share. ...

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Mild breezes of springtime fragrant flowers songbirds’ lilting trills increasing verdant green lengthy, pleasant morning walks in comfy light-weight shorts and tees writing and reading in the porch swing-- How I long for these on cold winter days! ...

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Daydreaming White clouds float on a navy sky like sails unfurled. Warm breeze caresses my face like a gentle kiss. My body relaxed on green grass like a soft mattress. Tranquil thoughts flood my mind like a lazy flowing river. Babbling brook soothes my soul like a mellow tune. Lips curl back in a small smile as my unhurried day passes by. ...

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(To the tune of “Jingle Bells”) Dashing through my tasks, In a cubicle so tight, I hear the coffee slosh, Another deadline fight. Bells from emails ring, I can’t ignore the sound, Oh, what fun it is to sprint Through tasks that come around! (Chorus) Single spells, single spells, Typing all the way! Oh, what fun it is to pray For lunch to save the day—HEY! Single spells, single...

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Freedom! Is that so hard To ask you know that thing Where you get a pass Where you get to spread Your wings and get to Fly or crash get to test your limits and escape your Past Get to achieve the impossible With little problems but come on We know this is a daydream Something we know we can't Achieve....

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