Daydream Poems

Daydream poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of daydream poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on daydream are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Attachment

Attachment short poem

Happy and merry days flew fast like a jet,leaving me wondering was it all a day dream that happened Why am I not able to forget the past Knowing very well the bygone days can never return how come I

Poems containing references to : Daydream

Blood Moons

Blood Moons short poem

Thought that love was Sunshine and laughter Songs, blood moons and abrading stones Half-whispered words In the dusk of the Jacaranda tree. Thought that love was A magic mushroom of tenderness The daydream of a touch and The aberrancy of

Dear Make Up

Dear Make Up short poem

Dear Make up, Make-up make-up oh pretty world you are, Shining on her lips from so far. Oh how hot and cold you can be, Dark for kohl and a rosy blush for cheeks so glee. But darling, darling I want

Bane For Them

Bane For Them long poem

Was that a nightmare ? or a true-false play portrayed by an absconding daydream . was that the day when I was born ? The day when my father’s business collided . Was that the same day , when I

Thoughts Of You

Thoughts Of You long poem

Sitting alone outside looking up at the sky, with thoughts of you running through my mind.. An open field comes to mind, breeze blowing, twisting and turning through the shallow shades of green, I close my eyes and let my

The Poet And The King

The Poet And The King short poem

There once was a King, who lived in a castle, in a Kingdom of his own. He had everything, royalty could bring, except; he was alone. Since love wasn’t there, his castle was bare, just a building made out of

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Poetry

Poetry short poem

I enjoy writing poetry, it makes me feel free. Before I write I think of every line, because in a poem everything rhymes. In a poem you write what you imagine, it is a written magic. What you write is

God Is A Smoker

God Is A Smoker short poem

Some believe God to be a broker, Who fulfills desires on demand, But I know him to be a smoker, With a lit cigarette in his hand. We are nothing but ash and fire, A byproduct of his bad habit,

Paradise In The Fields

Paradise In The Fields short poem

It’s so refreshing to see a stretching lush lush green field, Cool summer breeze blowing leisurely, Flora and fauna blending together merrily, Fields filled with thousands of glittering flowers, Which have been washed by the previous night’s showers. Along with

No Rescue

No Rescue short poem

Civil war: Again you are visiting the childhood.A green pond. Smoke filled eyes ask, what was a home? A black city of white hills. You were climbing on dreams to reach a baby moon. And the night was very long,

What The Fly Saw

What The Fly Saw short poem

Of a sudden, I am alive It came, the curse, it’s me the Fly Realization Of my Sisyphisian plight To search To yearn To fly Ţo die Is it compulsion that drives me or is it a mission from God.

To M

To M elegy

Murmurs of laughs filling the gaps- of time and reality are his trademark. How can I not wonder about what’s next? Affability is something he easily conveys- but don’t let that let you get carried away! He can fence and

The Irony Called Life

The Irony Called Life short poem prose poem

This evening, when I waited for my bus, at the bus stand, I saw a lady walk to the litter bin nearby, with a lunch box in her hand, She emptied its contents into a clear polythene bag, and threw

Death My Best Friend

Death My Best Friend short poem

Death is my beloved That’s why she eludes, I hold her in my arms Out she slips and slides. She is too beautiful Words cannot express Let my feelings stay in Echo within unsuppressed. She rejuvenates me Gives me a

Mist In The Shadows

Mist In The Shadows long poem

More choices is an illusion that laces the present with hope. Incessant are our needs yet like an endless race. Sullied with unattainable goals- we take a step back for a better perspective. Tracing our steps we devise plans that

Who’s Your Daddy?

Whos Your Daddy? short poem

Oooh baby ride that horsey harder and harder, faster and faster…keep it Cumming, no don’t stop now just keep it Cumming…well ain’t this what you came here for now Hugh now baby don’t lie I know you got that fire

Orang Ulu

Orang Ulu short poem

Orang Ulu… loping through mottle-green light of the jungle-track, lighter than dawn-mist and nimble as wild-cat. Hunt-hounds around-him are bounding and wailing a death-hymn or baying for deer-spoor or fat-ox or wild-boar. Ulu agape at the edge of a clearing,

A Calf Love Crisis

A Calf Love Crisis ballad

I couldn’t be more sure Of all the nostalgia I’d endure, If I were to explore A calf love crisis That was so hard to cure, How’s your mummy, she knew mine, They’d been friends For a little time, Like

One

One short poem

Let any child Smile, Cry, Sing, or Be there for a while. Let one small boy skip, or lift a toy. Let a tiny girl reach, or not, or touch, or just be there. Let one, only one ask tell,

My Awaited Spring

My Awaited Spring sonnet poems

I have witnessed your tears where autumn has grown Down into the dark deeps of your bantam eyes Final leaf was left behind when all we’re gone When Frost breeze have sing your last night’s cry Black outlined eyes of

Work For The Day

Work For The Day short poem

Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave. Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day? Laugh off every sting that penetrates. Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache. Laugh at the moment, for

Pale Bastard

Pale Bastard long poem

Come back, Pa, I need your cash The hunger pangs make me wanna chow the natives You shoulda raised me poor, given me something of my own You grow into the castle forecast upon you And I will never have

Commentaries

Commentaries short poem

This was my book of pain with no ending. Life had two meanings- Anticipation of today, and fear of tomorrow. Time was running out like sand from fists, mists were rising, commentaries on setting sun had begun. Mind was calculating,

A Bad Trip

A Bad Trip long poem

Tomorrow is another day Anyway I live for today If tomorrow never comes I won’t miss it! Yesterday has been and gone Anyone can do what I’ve done But not what I’m about to do To you I’m gonna turn

*Return Journey

*Return Journey short poem

I forgot, was it me in a body pile draped in dust, still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers, young virgins inhaling death? This journey under the guns, displacing hapless thousands, will reach

To Be And Have Been

To Be And Have Been short poem

The beauty of growth is a mystery in itself, natural and yet a product of faith faith not in the coming but in history, just as the nineth looks to the eighth. For what came before permits the eventuality of

Innately miscible

Innately miscible prose poem

From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding

Lost Passion

Lost Passion short poem

Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.

Diary

Diary short poem

He went under pile of words to tie the thread of understanding but was stoned to death. They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen for future generations to study. The point of departure had come. Navel-gazing was the best pastime

Love Astray

Love Astray long poem

Day is flying while night is not She did not turn up instead her unforgettable memory did I loved her so deep sacrificing all my world but in return I only got my name tarnished I am in this shattered

The Call Of The Hills

The Call Of The Hills short poem

I must go to the hills again, To those distant rolling, green slopes, To those lonely, shrouded peaks, To the comforting embrace of the morning mist. I must go to the hills again, To the sparkle of effervescent streams, To

No Roof For Reindeer

No Roof For Reindeer elegy

Page 1. the celebrated sailing frog from Montgomery County went a court’n, or so the tale iz toad to a grand ole mansion built around 1910, and e’en ‘pon being razed ~2012 ah no dummy sea worthiness still plainly showed,

Goodbye

Goodbye short poem

It’s time to say goodbye But I can’t I don’t want to say it It’s too hard It’s time to say goodbye How can I? Goodbye to our time? Goodbye to our memories? It’s time to say goodbye Goodbye to

Values To Stay

Values To Stay short poem

Used stamp collecting of childhood days didn’t cost much. The knowledge revealed lasted for the lifetime. What happened to the electric car? Its picture was on a stamp postmarked 1917. Pictures on stamps reveal what and where. Much geography is

Dying Beautifully

Dying Beautifully short poem

I stay connected out of the body, with fireworks, to widen the relativity, to read the language of fear. Death of a tree was mourned by leaves in shadow. The dew lies awake crying. The town was disappearing without a

A Crack In The Self

A Crack In The Self short poem

A most formidable foe this self is Rarely its guard lowered for long For when it does in the light comes And the dark is dispelled by the sun In that moment I see the truth in me Shining bright

Suicide

Suicide short poem

The cuts on his wrist Her tears like an ocean mist Full of hurt and pain An urge to let it out and show my bane The gleaming blade falls Blood spatters the walls Maybe dying will make it right

Ango

Ango ode

The pleasure of anxiety being in its far remove a perpetual huntress Forwards, backwards at all moments present fully swift lithe arm holds a dagger ever changing form and mass one moment a broad baselard next a tight stilletto willy

Poems By The Fire

Poems By The Fire short poem

My second chance is bristling in a fire but you were here you could have changed the conversation, you could have given me your touch, but it dissolved into yesterday, and a furnace I’m a dead man, heart locked away

Pure Love

Pure Love long poem

No matter how many times I give my heart to someone they always seem to break it still that never does seem to keep me down for long though I have had my share of tears through the years I