Short Dream Up Poems
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an idea suffocated by conversation
a stifling situation completely misread
rhyming words falling apart
so I'll dream up some others instead
About all your possessions, you blab
You’re trying to dream up a need ~~
Scooping up everything you can grab
I call that, unquestionably, GREED!
Written June 21, 2022
Submitted to "Greed Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Desired in all of my dreams and days
Every fantasy I could ever dream up
Lovely from her head to her toes
Intoxicating as wine in my cup
Curvaceous and ever so soft
Inviting with a wink I run
Only for me she offers
Upon setting sun
Sweetheart…
Satanic is in
Christianity's out
Jesus, man
What's THIS all about
Oh, it's this year's trend in after-school clubs
I'm sure it'll pass by this Spring
If not, just text me to let me know
and we'll dream up the latest new thing
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
At the end of the yard neath an old oak tree
There's a bench where you used to sit with me
We'd bring our dolls and dream up dreams
And drink fake tea with sweets and creams
As I sit there now in the warm Spring air
I'll dream up dreams of when we were a pair
Do deadlines and due dates
ever rattle my brain
No, no - I'm a poet
It's not fair to complain
I’m free to sit
and dream up ideas
Or try my wit
my reader to please
O, lucky me
with time on my hands
When the hourglass drains
~ just flip the sand
Two lured hearts intertwine,
dream up life’s tapestry with lattice of desire
on cloud nine.
Two paths diverge,
master courage to defy her
spat surge.
At night
lovers ceasefire
fight.
Two lured hearts intertwine,
master courage to defy her
fight.
My revelation was…
My intuition says…
Each time I am tempted by sleep…
The voices tell me to focus.
So that I may not dream up another evil spell.
The doctors are colluding.
To take away the portal.
The only one that leads to a cure.
So that I can remain altered.
So that I can remain.
The water looks lovely but deep,
Just to paddle I maybe could creep,
But alone on the beach,
For the sea I can’t reach,
Cos I’d just rather lie here and sleep.
I’ll put up a sign “do not disturb”,
My laziness ought I to curb?
I can dream up some plans,
For some exploring fans,
But adventure’s a noun, not a verb!
Let's dream up a fuzzy alias for CV-19
How about 'Peter Pandemic'
Amelia Bedelia-Bednemic'
or 'Ronald McDonal-demic'
Not so fuzzy-wuzzy, eh
Let's try another way --
Maybe 'Over-Polarized Systemic'
C'mon. What do you say...
Hmm. I see you don't appreciate any of these
Oh, well ~ My appellations don't grow on trees
Enthralled by this alluring sight,
Locals slaver from my sultry delight
Glossy laurels of evergreen,
Living embodiment of a queen
In the tropics I'm mostly adored,
Even dream up of tales and lore
Craves the taste of my luscious like
Tickles lips, this succulent ripe
Throughout the years, three decades old
Still covered with peels of gold.
Rain water, river, elements of sky
this constant flow of natural continuity
and the light is a giver and the earth feels it's warmth as it springs into being.
The force of wind strums it's hands into the dancing trees and the clouds dream up the bluest skies.
The body is just a neighbor within the elements learning the fundamentals of bird wings in flight.
Give me a cozy armchair and my pajamas said Gee
He liked sitting on the savannah, pretending he had a TV
Why not get one? Asked the meercats, who wanted to watch.
Gee decided to turn his dream up a notch.
Maybe I’ll get a studio, with paints and such.
I could become a famous painter like Vermeer, a Dutch.
Or a space capsule, he said. I could be an astronaut.
The meercats sighed; but the TV was never bought.
Ease myself into
Silky preferred gown
Fluffy pillow
Sink myself best
Springy bed
Subdued malleable,
Pleasant is sleep,
Like a reverist
Dream on
Dream up
Daydream,
Dreams like clouds
Disperse,
Dreams like flowers
Wither,
Wake up to
Versimilitude,
Unscripted
Unrehearsed
Unable to conform,
To escape philosophy
Of realism,
Reenter sleep
Embrace fantasy
Lay quiet
And indulgent
bed down,
Reality eluded !!
Inspired by portrait on the soup,,
I am Sleeping Sleeping.
I shall never wake.
THIS is the truth.
I shall never wake because
I do not ever want this wonderful dream of life to end.
To wake is to die.
I do not want you to die.
I do not have a life of my own
I merely dream up yours.
I am sorry if your life has been hard,
just keep rowing that boat and don’t worry
it may get better, but I’m not sure.
All I know is that----
I am Sleeping Sleeping.
I shall never wake.
….or will I?