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Mike Essig May 2015
No doubt I
could conquer
the living world,
if I could just
get out of this chair
where I sit
enthralled, bemused,
dreaming of your hair.
ms reluctance Apr 2015
It is time to wake up
from the languid daydreams
that once I treasured so.

The place that used to be a haven,
an escape from life’s banality,
now feels like a gilded cage.

The mind wanders, untethered,
through sunlit corridors of indolence
pushing to see how far it can go.

Tantalizing me with possibilities,
never reality, this limbo
is only good for the occasional vacation.
NaPoWriMo Day #26
Poetry form: Tercet
Luna Craft Apr 2015
I'm like a dragon
I breath fiery words with the coldest impenetrable scales
That make it so no one can get to my heart
I am a dragon that eats people alive
I'm the beast that haunts the dreams and rules the sky
But like the dragon that I hold so highly
That's just a dream
Another fake fantasy
Caused by my childish personality
As I wait for each day to end the same
And my schedule to repeat
I am no dragon, simply a girl who needs to sleep
Emma S Apr 2015
02.44
I haven't been sleeping much lately
I used to be the queen of sleeping
But someone took over the throne
Now I'm left praying
To the gods
To the Kings
To the queens
Let me sleep
So that when I do
I can pretend to be dead
Because that is my salvation
Mara W Kayh Feb 2015
You're there..
I'm here.
And though I'm no longer a kid
I daydream,
sometimes,
Of how nice it would be
to leave my life for a while
And be with you.
-
We would explore each other
In person
Instead of over the phone
Or so often in my head.
I would get to taste your beauty
Instead of imagining it..
get to feel your
touch
Instead of fantasizing
how your
feverish skin would feel
against mine
in the sweet dark night.
Imagine!
The only sound we'd hear
Would be of hearts pounding
against the gentle embrace of a dimly lit sky.
I'd like my thoughts to linger there
Mmmm...
forever in that sweet spot of
heavenly bliss
-
Won't you join me,
private lover,
In this sanctified reverie.
I know I Am
the ultimate "loveress" of your dreams
I would show you,
generously and gracefully,
If only fate would give us a chance.
-
A glimpse of a lover's fantasy
Amy Feb 2015
I find Nirvana in the smallest things,
in the laughter of strangers,
in the perfect edges of morning frost,
in the duvet curled protecting my toes,
in the silence and loneliness of night
and in the chatter of a city street.

I find Nirvana in the hope of things,
in the scent of the sea,
in the tale of far away lands,
in the pictures of distant places,
in the eyes of someone new
and the stories they have to tell.

I find Nirvana in the love for people,
in their parting words on a long trip,
in the bond they make with each other,
in the fortress that is family,
in the affection shown to strangers
and loved ones alike.

I find Nirvana wherever I search,
It is peace and happiness
tranquility and love,
It is in laughter and music
landscapes and faces,
Mostly, it is too often left behind.
Melisha Landreth Feb 2015
He is Capricorn
I am Aquarius
He is Mars
I am Venus
He is analytical and practical
I am intuitive whimsy emotional
He is structure and rules
I am freedom and going with the flow
He is kids house ring white picket fences
I am spur of the moment camp outs and never settling
He wants to be on a white horse
I climbed down from that tower a long time ago

Or so I thought...

Because when his hand brushes mine, a chance meeting, all that I thought I knew melted for a second and I could see a Life doing it the Capricorn way

He is Capricorn
I am Aquarius
One chance meeting made me aware we could be something serious
What will happen to our two zodiac signs?

One chance meeting
I leave it all behind
First poem on this new site. I have been writing since October. I like to sit in coffee shops and make up stories about me and strangers. :)
my thoughts wander and meander
into wistful daydreams of days longs past

would I still be me, if my choices lead me down
other paths?

would I still be writing these words on a page,
if I was born into a different family?

then like an ice cold water to my face,
I awake to the reality of my life.
wistful dreams are nice to wonder about,
but I'd rather live in here and now.
Hot cup, your large couch and a wooden floor somewhere abroad
You caress away my unexplained tears, "Sorry I don't usually cry"
"You will be okay",  my favourite almond taste, how you always knew
Lyrics become far-off places when you search somewhere to hide

Daydreams,trusted moments and you remembering everything
You follow me in the rain, "What do you listen?"
"Everything" I say and then you defend my broken pride
Conversations become last escapes when lost in your soul

Airplanes, my headphones and a mind I miss in the arrival's room
You ask my hand for a waltz, "I don't know how to dance"
"Neither do I", your laughter the most wonderful sound
Memories become romantic adventures when covered in chocolate
LJ Chaplin Jan 2015
High above the clouds,
Reality seems so false,
Daydreams fuel escape.
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