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polina Jan 6
I long for things.

And longing, it’s contagious
It spreads to all those around you,
Until they, too,
Dream of houses larger,
Dream of cities bigger,
Long for lives vaster.
Happier.

And I’m willing to do anything
For that dream.
it's really contagious, be careful
Christy Jan 6
His potential love
Hurt
Because of the lifetime she spent
Creating an imagined story
That won’t ever be in flesh
First the death of a dream
And then the goodbye itself
Now time to reflect
And learn
Perhaps
Ander Stone Jan 4
I dream of you
when I close my eyes
and run through the golden fields
naked of all fear
and covered in the sunlight
of whom I hold most dear
taking in the yield
of passion's highs
as I rush to you.

I dream of you
when I open my eyes
and walk through the grey streets
veiled in mundane dismay
and covered in the soot
of machination gone astray
from the golden wheat
of desire's lies
as I stride to you.

I dream of you
endlessly.

And I dream
that you dream
of me
even fleetingly.
I beg and churn and oft dream,
I crave and long from all in my being,
All that is scattered all that is seen,
All that is bound to decay,
All to stumble back in your way,
Frivolous being am I to sight,
Everything I am doesn't fit right,
18 years to build this mould,
That replicates what is foretold,
A venture in this soul,
Had me realise it is dead,has no goal,
Mounir Laroussi Dec 2024
My imagination!

It’s a wormhole,

an escape hatch to the only dimension

where everything is as it should be.

All is fantastic there.

There, I dream of places of rare beauty,

I experience feelings of the greatest intensity,

I meet the most awe-inspiring people.

My imagination is

where time-travel is possible,

where astronomical distances shrink to nothing,

where immortality can be achieved.

My imagination,

where would I be without you?

What would I do without you?

How could I survive without you?
Hebert Logerie Dec 2024
An un-stopped new second
Something new to send
A baby, I am told
Who does not grow old
A new minute
A new suite is built
A new time
A new dime
A new hour
A new dollar
A new year is flatly
Fast approaching
A new dream
In the stream
A new century
Is crawling
Passing by
Good bye.

Hebert Logerie Friday, December 30, 2016
Hebert Logerie has written countless poetry books.
Nobody Dec 2024
Okay,
But why do we exist?
What is the purpose of this game?
Are we being controlled
By some invisible being?
Like strings on a marionette?
Or are we all alone in this universe
Words lost in the wind?
What if we aren't even real
And this is all just a dream?
What if this whole life
We all built
Friends,
Family,
Home,
(Poetry accounts),
Is just fake
A little thing
That we made up
And one day,
We will just wake up?
And not know what to do?
We lived the while thing
And now we have to start over?

I stand up.
I was there for a long time
This fake world

What if I was right?
2 am thoughts ゜゜(´O`)°゜
Debra Lea Ryan Dec 2024
You held me tight throughout my recent dream
Caught me off guard spooning with me
My heart beat out of time in my struggle to send you away
Because I had a vision of a  hand full of broken teeth
And  I could not smile
You were Kind with only Happiness  on your mind
So I started to cry till you let me BE
From your beautiful energy!  

DLR
26.12.2024
Some things in Life will now never BE.  You grow Old and Wake up to the End of certain Dreams.
Hebert Logerie Dec 2024
Sueño con una Navidad correcta y alegre
Nunca sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
Es muy resbaladizo y traicionero cuando nieva
Para ir a la iglesia uso zapatos de cuero
Y es fácil caerse y lastimarse
No quiero romper tu corazón
Al decir que esa blanca Navidad
No es un momento divertido o alegre. Pero la misa de medianoche
Por supuesto, es un momento feliz. Me encantan los villancicos
La música góspel, las decoraciones y cuando doblan las campanas
Me encanta una Navidad cálida y alegre en el estado del sol, en Florida
Donde sea seco, atractivo y agradable. Es como tener una cita
Con la Madre Naturaleza. El clima no es malhumorado ni sombrío
Los niños juegan con sus regalos y todos parecen felices
No sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
¡Oh, Jo, Jo, Jo! Me encanta una Navidad correcta y alegre.

PD. Traduccíon de ‘ A Right And Jolly Christmas’ por Hébert Logerie

Copyright © diciembre de 2023, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
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