Daydreaming Poems - Poems about Daydreaming

her thoughts are as vast as cloud, imagination massive, expansive, ever-changing much like the sky so airy~~ vivid dreams filled her evening, becoming more symbolic, abstract or fantastical....

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The flashing lights grow closer, but the cries of my 6-year-old sister have quieted. To my left, I see the car driver, my brother, lying motionless in the road. Rain hits my legs. No. Blood drips down my body. I can no longer feel my own pulse. Relief washes over me; I won’t have to face the agony of...

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I can write poems on the sky By my imagination's eye; Pray for the pretty words to say; They always come and fade away. As I eat thoughts like bananas, Asian fruit and chimichangas, The words just spill from inside me, Free and varying in degree. ...

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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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Living in the moment dreaming of the future...

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I haven’t slept well in weeks Without you here in my bed Your heart Is the one mine seeks while you live inside my head Now even though I’m awake I can see you holding my hand Even as I feel my body start to shake and find it hard just to stand I day dream about your smile and the way you’d...

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Moment when tired hits and you're in a daze with eyes glazed over staring off into space...

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On Dreaming They are butterfly wings delicate and fragile thoughts mere wisps of memory - ideas strung like gossamer between the branches of our minds embrace this gentle play daydreamers frittering time too soon the norms of turbulence will weight the hours we spend - snatch joy where you can. ...

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To write a song. I have to be famous. But first I have to start a band. And learn to write music. But I don’t have friends. I don’t have anyone. I don’t have anyone who would want to start a band with me. I’m listening to my favorite song right now. Daydreaming and it’s a horrible, sad daydream. I’m doing the dishes. But the...

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Kickstart the creation of abstract art Slow play the haze in a wandering day Drip coffee with hints of toffee Beach bum take your pick and strum Careless pain from a neck strain Light pelting from clouds melting Rhythmic waves dig sandcastle graves Strangers stroll with a glance so droll Horizon anonymous with sea synonymous Lost in time chasing an elusive...

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I unplug myself from reality; Dissociate myself from everything. Put my body on aeroplane mode To go back to the daydreams and delusions Just so I could feel something. But when I return I always find everything shattered And so I try to pick everything up And get back on track Only to find I've lost everything in me. The bits and...

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You are the dream, I dared to see, albeit knowing my somber eyes might be daydreaming for a while. You are the song, I dared to sing, hoping the world won't comprehend your imperfect lyrics the way I did. You, calm as evening breeze, I let you touch my soul, when mundane days of life made me look for left pieces of peace, You, my broken beloved, I...

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If I could only be a summer breeze gently stirring the leaves of aspen trees while drifting slow across this valley floor If I could only be a butterfly then I could flit and float about the sky rest upon some flowers to be adored If I could only be a red tailed hawk then the people would point at me and...

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Daydreaming Woes By S. C. Robinson Naps are fun, but sleep is better Even during stormy weather. I wake up from my peaceful sleep And drift off in my thinking really deep. I think of surprise parties and tall birthday cakes And boxes and boxes of presents to shake. I ponder about the foods, games, and guests I wonder what they would think is...

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While daydreaming about timepiece inventors... as the figurative curtain closes on 2022 How arbitrary the assignment of seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years... to the passage of time, and I would be hard pressed to differentiate one moment from the next without the aid of some handy dandy mechanism linkedin to clocking existence. An especially keen awareness piques the one mind among plethora of Foo Fighters particularly...

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