Short Fantasized Poems
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While looking to enjoy silence
I wondered what happened
To the other sock I never found
Enjoyed the fragrance of dying flowers
Saw the back of my eyelids
Heard the sound
Of the ice cream van
And fantasized eating a rainbow
All in five minutes
The mind breaks silence
I have continually fantasized about this idea. This idea of dedication and devotion
to one certain person. It was a frenzy of imoderation and infatuation. It became a
passionate obsession of mine. Im sorry, it was unreasonable for me to think that
my fantasy could come true so easily.
From the realms of my heart
And my soul
Hard to separate
What I want
And all I know
The circular motion
Figments of my imagination
Knowing there’s nothing worse
Than a cryptic charade
That seems like
The perfect escapade
It may be colourful and wild;
Over fantasized
But still remaining;
Undefined
Why do I sit here and constantly
think about what we could of been
I fantasized you would come back with
a warm embrace but here I am lonely
with nobody in sight it hurts that I gave
you my heart knowing you'll never re-turn
it,it must be collecting dust on some shelf
next to a bottle of vodka to help drink
away every memory of me
motifs benday
pinpointed
raster dots
enlarged cliches
cartooned nuanced
in new dimensions
the familiar
fantasized
stylised
reorientations
in overlapped
matrix fields
of the moment
of thoughts
quickened
by inspiration.
Don't be a static'
towards my plastic
friends.
Who dare put up a
front, I'm looking
forward as they walk
behind.
Really terrorized of
what might appear;
among faces that don't
appeal to me.
It became A criticized place;
I once fantasized about, but
reality of the real world hit
like a time bomb.
As I was rudely
awakened by just
being one of the
regular guy's!
Away with the wind I went,
Beyond the deep skies to forget,
Soul healed, mind and heart,
Freed of my past at last.
I forgot that snow and rain,
Could return me to earth again.
I forgot that tears and pain,
My heart could never bargain.
I long for a touch of fire,
To awake me from this slumber.
These emotions I wish to retire,
They make me be just as bitter.
Don’t you fell the desire
The desire to create something to love
I need it
I’ve fantasized it in a thousand dreams
Echoing
Now I know what they meant
To give away to your one and only heart
I trust It, It betrays me, lies to me
A gift that tears you apart
It benights me
Stains me
Saves me
I need something to hold on to
Show me
Forgive me
Bless me
Take me to a life of joy
Love me
Blinded by a world of fantasies.
Sometimes the mind idealizes love.
Transporting your senses to a
state of madness.
Clouding the thoughts and way
of reacting.
Reality is a straight wake up to the reason.
Realizing that never existed in fact
what the mind conceived.
Trembling all the world that was
fantasized.
Seeing life with a new frame.
Fictional
Nayda Ivette
9-19-2015
(Double Limerick)
60’s ladies had Dr. Kildare
who they fantasized giving them care.
With a doctor that hot
who would mind getting caught
all alone minus her underwear?
Well, no more can we think in that way
since the guy who played Kildare, one day
got it into his head
to crush dreams when he said,
“All this time I have really been gay.”
For Carolyn Devonshire's Quick Contest:
"Doctor Phobia!"
I wonder day and night what is that I lack.
My demons in my head tell me it's you that no one likes.
The consciousness In my head pushes me towards my fantasized flawlessness.
The glory of excellence puts a hefty consequence on thyself.
Seductive as it is my mind bears the repercussions.
The World as it is puts me on a grand pedestal.
My breasts fills with all the glory, but in her mind I'm not Satisfactory.
I Surrender to The Desires of Primal Fire
Penning Words That Have not Yet Been Created
Shuddered By Mocked Phantom Elevations
Rendered Unsated!
Deepened Sense of Tangled Feelings
The Weight of My Dignity
Naked Vulnerabilities Inked
Beyond Intoxicating.
Unyielding Control Demolished by a Dreamy Kiss
Promised Passion Blooms and Ignites
Radiating Fantasized Hope
Breaking Barriers of Destined Bliss!
Surrendered breaths
Laid amidst balmy droplets
Of harmony, as peace seeps
Upon the flickering, dun skin;
Body relaxed in lukewarm,
Glimmering water, as tranquility
Fills the room of warmth,
Water immersed with sensations,
As the essence of elation
Drenches the core of ardor and
Compassion;
Bathed within vibes of passion…
Slithering upon skin of gold,
Enthralled by the power of
The fantasized soul of
Nonchalance….
It was the dresser few could have visualized
I spotted it in the flea market as fantasized
Patterns most would have been able to think up or paint
Created by an artesian whose designs are never faint
This dresser had a signature, not any kind of surprise
So marvelously orchestrated it nearly hurt my eyes
It was a gorgeous dresser, which would look great by my bed.
I only paint one of a kind things, the artist apologetically said.
I can visualize
With my dreaming eyes
Her beauty in a wedding dress;
Much to my surprise
Like I fantasized
To my question she said, “Yes”
When she arrived
My Love Boat capsized
Who in this world could have guessed -
That I would realize
My dreams come alive
And hear her answer with a, “Yes”
With a heart revived
My soul did survive
The terror and the stress;
I was mesmerized
As my ears did strive
To hear her simply answer, “Yes”
In 12 lines I will be dead
and the blame will be fully yours
been thinking about this for centuries
just needed the tilt you provided
from the great ocean of requirement
fantasized at law giver central
by cross eyed fanatics wailing truth
while eating their children in sacrifice
to propitiate the next shooting star extinction
how we got here from there is not pretty
and an application of aesthetics
would be more than bad taste
it would be false
Dare I now close my eyes and visualize
what kind of childhood memories you hide
inside a mind that churns out a surprise;
Each write, the genius cannot be denied.
As I read each and every poem I try
to understand the heart behind each word.
The lines which may have led someone to sigh
have left this ardent reader pleased and stirred.
Dare I disclose that I have fantasized,
with simple lines I hoped to tributize?
Kim Patrice Nunez
18 August 2015