Pipedream Poems - Poems about Pipedream

...UTOPIA It always was a pipedream A state offering perfection Maybe these days, a meme Sent in the wrong direction A world that appears ideal All so happy, and at peace But shock at the big......Read the rest...

...(Sapphic Stanza) Imagined being contacted by strangers Imagined in grandeur that I was chosen Reasoning surely, I am, saver of Worlds Imagined......Read the rest...

...Though my heart was broken because I never knew you, my unborn, unknown, unfamiliar thought, the one that was much more than an inkling, yet never as familiar as the whisper of a hope. Though I longe......Read the rest...

...A broken shell, a living hell, and all I'm left with now is my regret. Better days ahead were a pipedream after our relationship crumbled. Countless arguments. Disagreements. Every day! For my li......Read the rest...

...I All sorts of fears A place of tears And all these years I thought these letters Strung together for a collector? No, far from such C O I M E T R O PH O B I A Intimated I feared losing Co......Read the rest...

...Such pipedream regarding winning bucket loads of cash, would make monetary woes in an instantaneous flash mine dentures no longer will futilely grind and gnash, cuz I would undergo oral surgery......Read the rest...

...Running this way and that, in search of some adventure new The roads ran their course with flatirons the ruts not few Over hill, mountain, river, valley, flood, glen and dale To the open sea with ......Read the rest...

...Set Sail in my Camper Van This is it, this is the one, This is my master plan, When all the world is sleeping, I set sail in my camper van. My journey may take me east, My journey may take ......Read the rest...

...growing up too soon you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind being passed by a hasbeen still knocking on portals twitching toes twirling thumbs ......Read the rest...

...The pages of poetry and prose, So carefully and considerately composed. A response to the voice inside of me that Whispers in a manner incoherent. I am listening, because there is not much els......Read the rest...

...========== O Monday night. Moving magazines. Aimed dead at killing an evening, my fingers target ========= These same old four buttons; >. 1, 2, 3, 4. Five’s a pipedream. Gaudy, small-mi......Read the rest...