Revery Poems - Poems about Revery

...I like the smell of rain That permeates my nose a little time before miraculously fat drops start falling on my head . They bring a joyful feeling that I can not explain. those clouds have ......Read the rest...

...Milky Way dream spots and other-worlds engaged me this earthbound urchin science fiction plots might stir a pure childhood fantasy But golden aura folks can sense that Christmas treat t......Read the rest...

...If, by chance, the world should end tomorrow How would you spend the last day of your life ~~ Either in revelry or regret? in jubilation or sorrow? With time cut short, your day bec......Read the rest...

...You've always known me as I have known you, we must've sent glances ten thousand times. Beyond all our days done, both bright and blue; regal fates fail in moving my windchimes. The ringing we ......Read the rest...

...Summer 1967 None of us ready for heaven We headed down that old highway A fun road trip, a summer day ......Read the rest...

...A Patch of Moonlight A patch of moonlight glimmers in pale shades of ivory Then drips from feathery pine boughs in soft revery; Nightingales fill solitude with pure symphonies Still serenity of......Read the rest...

...A tragedy alone and dying far from home all you can hear sotto voce in a revery The Last Post.......Read the rest...

...sorrows of the night dew falls tenderly upon hearts of loneliness breath words soft spoken disperse the light into purple shadows soft ......Read the rest...

...We held the ash of paling revery how fast, through shadows blowing out the night but then, it faded; lost in times remote in places where I had been known to you. But flash and fade, ......Read the rest...

...The Dreams of Library Ladies Library ladies could it be you sometimes dream With books (and children) all put in their place Do you imagine an alternate library scene A view transformed to more......Read the rest...

...No time for breakfast, snatch a cereal bar, anger at mislaid keys to the car. He vents his spleen at anything that moves she dishes out a look that disapproves. The children eat their toast, the......Read the rest...

...What is Love?, but the transporter of the Spirit Neither Fair or Foul the Truth of it is that we Fear It When a woman of young age doth see what she desires No heed nor helm in many a realm will......Read the rest...

...I've been going through Old poetry, my own, a motley Collection like a dusty attic piled with Rumpled rhyme schemes And littered with brightly hued Scraps of imagery, left half-stitched; It's......Read the rest...

...I wanna talk to you through poetry, So your soul can take control of me, And the words that seem to be my thoughts, Come from you but wind up in my heart.... Though its me who may be holding pe......Read the rest...

...ghosts of the world befriended me a silence borne of secrecy ghosts of the world befriended me to share in their love of revery ghosts of the world are blind to me comments section all I see ......Read the rest...