Reverie Poems - Poems about Reverie

On dark, cold soil, atop the soaring green turf, lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses. The path that led to them was faded and shallow, with the feeling it could cave in at any moment. Scattered along that path were derelict vehicles from different eras each one different heaps of life. Fog filled the houses. It filled the cars too, like a raging campfire, too sinister to be put out. And yet here...

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Smiling down on the speckles of sand, already the warmth is fading. Dreaming of brilliant stars to appear as their mother rested on waves. At the height of graceful magnificence her soft chrome glow diminishing. One last show she would provide before she went to bed. She reached her arms to the skies and bid her children "good night." Sinking slowly, hesitantly, into the darkness, she painted...

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"A spoonful of fantasy is often the best medicine for reality." - Poet Life bounces my emotions around at its whimsy. On many a day, a reverie is a savior to me. Relief awaits inside the fondling of a good fantasy. My imagination travels mind breezes easily to unravel my dark in a visualization spree. Sometimes I cannot force my face...

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In youth, loves kindles, ignites flames bold While two hearts dance beneath a cloudless sky With soft gentle hands, in a "whimsy" he did mold Two young bodies close in his last good-bye In my "imagination, I can feel And "dream" in "reverie" of our lost youth Now at times, I cry about the raw deal The fervent winds of...

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"The essence of art is to recapture the fantasy and the imagination of a child again, but without the innocence of a child." ~Romare Bearden she had been reaching for all the wrong stars and told a dream would not take her far she never allowed her imagination to let go of her hand fear keeping her near on safe,...

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Sitting in the sunshine streaming through the window my catnap's long overdue it's way past time I drifted off to the land of milk (and honey) ah Shangri-La a return to déjà vu and my reverie it's no hallucination merely visualisation of a fertile imagination and when all is said and done no I'm not the one (but, 'Wish I were,' hear me purr) the cat who ate the...

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"Sometimes the softest dreams unravel into ash." My mind walks landscapes made of ash, where stars collapse in whimsy’s flash. I reach for light, but it turns to dust— a mirror cracking from broken trust. A hallucination holds my hand and leads me through this haunted land. Here, love once bloomed in endless spring, now silence grows in everything. The bones of joy...

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The soliloquy of a late-night train whistle in the distance Calls out to me like past voices, and the insistence Of God’s voice is echoed in Pastor David's sermon (Growth? the Holy Spirit will determine) As if God were speaking directly to me, germane To the haunting of my past, it has been whispering of late Getting me to focus...

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An old Mallard dines alone A memory on the edge of the flock A weaker yet still viable member An inattentive sentry Sifting grey mud Chasing soggy bread crumbs The sun warms his weary wings As the river draws him away A Great Blue Heron nods G’Day ...

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I watch as the days go by, I can’t help but wonder why, why was I the one chosen to live in silent pain, as the days by, they leave me alone in my everlasting pain every day goes faster than the last slowly eradicating my conciseness, I gradually go insane more and more every day, I can’t tell the...

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Sapphyric sunbeams whisper roseate daydreams, Bioluminescent spectrum serenade neon-lit streams....

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i could feel your touch even though you are miles away lost in the thoughts of you and suddenly it’s 4 in the morning “cigarettes smoke and my black jacket hold, holds your aroma and our clothes on the floor” hysterical of me to be this close i opened my eyes and it’s 12 on the clock it was a dream,...

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layers deep as midnight’s hush a crimson dream, a lover’s blush velvet soft beneath the light wrapped in cream, a sweet delight cocoa whispers, sugar sighs rich as love in longing eyes each bite lingers, melts, remains a kiss of silk, a sweet refrain fork in hand, a stolen taste lips are stained, no crumb to waste one more slice, just one more bite a cake...

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Yesterday I saw someone That reminded me of you. My heart didn’t remember But my head I knew, That you’re not here. It’s just another reverie review. The way you turned your head, Or that little wink and smile. How you could warm My heart and all the while, Hold my hand in yours Mile after mile. If you were deep in thought...

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