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Thea 6d
Dreamland Delights

In the land where whispers jest and play,
Guided by wisdom’s kindly crest.
Joyful frolics in the air,
Love’s glow shine, beyond compare,
Peaceful trance, our hearts at rest.

Gladness sings in merry refrain,
Escaping Worries, freeing from strain.
Strong bonds, like trees tall,
Passion sparks, inspiring all,
Imagination’s flight, a delightful train.

In this dreamy realm, colours bright,
Skies painted in day’s and night’s light.
Clouds shaped like creatures, grand and bold,
Rainbow flowers, a sight to behold,
Mythical beings, laughter taking flight.

Sensory treats, oh so sweet,
Giggling streams, under our feet.
Waft of cookies, freshly made,
Soft grass tickles, in our glade,
In this realm, where wonders greet.

Riding unicorns, up high we soar,
Caves of treasure, endless more.
Tea parties with beings, joy so bright,
Adventure, laughter, clear delight,
In an idyllic realm, let’s delve into.

Bliss of joy and wonder, always pour,
In this site where dreams come true.
No fear or worry, just smiles and cheer,
In this ground, let’s journey, my dear,
For in dreamland, skies are ever blue.

Dreamed up by, AN.
Ever wondered what it’s like to dance with whispers or ride a unicorn in a land where the skies are painted in day and night?

Here it takes you there! It’s a world where laughter echoes through rainbow clouds, cookies smell like magic, and every step feels like a tickle of soft grass. It’s all about letting go of worries, feeling the joy, and exploring a place where dreams come true.

Ready to dive in? Let’s go!
Emilia B Apr 27
I will weave a web in the rain
Drops like pearls in the moonlight
Threaded green bag over my head
Fill it with water
Watch it expand until it bursts
Head like a thistle
Swaying
Catcalled by the wind
Soaked sleeves
Wallowing with the wisps
Inhale and hold
Emilia B Apr 27
Paint peeling from the window sill
Long legged lady walking,
In such a way
All frail like a mouse without its tail
She wishes not that of a picket fence
But that of lattice.
So that each time she gazes out
Into her garden
She is reminded of bramble pie
Seeing her mothers eyes
Who’s spirit lies in oak
Samaras floating down into her hair
Twirling the whirligig between her fingers
Trailing with gentle fingers
The mid ribs of little sprites wings
It has been three whole years since I have last written a poem on here. I managed to finally access my account. And I am so happy to be able to upload my poems again.
Fumbletongue Apr 5
The sky was pinkle when I woke,
A shade of laughter, half a joke.
The clouds turned sorn, a moody hue,
Like whispers drenched in morning dew.

I dress in plasmic, soft and shy,
A color caught between a sigh.
My shoes were tied with strings of frave,
The color brave, that I crave.

The streets were wet, a glistening feel,
Like promises too sharp, too real.
I stepped through puddles, blur and glant,
With hues that speak, but never chant.

The trees were spindle, tall and thin,
Their leaves were painted grun and kin.
The world spun round in shades unknown,
Colors that feel, but never shown.

By evening, selk began to fall,
A hue that echoes with no call.
And as the night wore shades of flow,
I drifted where the colors go.
I like nonsensical and whimsy so very much. I wanted to see if I could write a poem with untraditional and or made up words to evoke feelings and thought.
Eliana Knight Feb 24
Hush little child, do not cry
I will sing you a lullaby
About hidden riches
Wizards & witches
Who cast a good or evil spells
Wish granting wells
Of a brave, courageous knight
For his love he will fight
The princes & princesses pure bliss
When finally they share a true loves kiss
There is one place where it makes no sense
But be careful it can get quite intense
Fairies play amongst the flowers
Giving them magical fairy dust showers
Dragons that fly really high
You can ride them & touch the sky
They are friendly if shown respect
It’s where everything is enchantingly perfect
Hush little child, do not weep
Now is the time for you to sleep
I will tell you a tale
Of pirates who sail
Searching for buried treasure
All to spend at their leisure
Where all creatures love to talk
And the paths are gold everywhere you walk
Will-o-wisps guide the way
At sunset the night creatures come out to play
Mermaids frolic upon the rocks in the ocean
You can be anything you want with a simple potion
Unicorns run around in the woods
Merchants try to sell mysterious goods
Nymphs dance down by the river
To pass the bridge you have to pay the trolls silver
Leprechauns guard their *** of gold
This enchanting place is for the young & old
Where dinosaurs still roam
And you wake up safe at home
Hush child, as I tuck you in tight
Know that I love you & goodnight.

Dedicated To My Nephew.
Blaire Blues Feb 21
we’d mangle some hearts
and butter the rest
we’d sneak into bars
just for the jest
all these woven cards
seem to rest
when we wore
buddy holly amidst—
all the fest.
Brandan Pearce Nov 2024
Love makes us do funny things
Like how we made a secret code so to speak.

Love also hurts
Like when you threw the diamond ring back at me.

Love makes me sick sometimes
Where I can't move and I can't scream,
All I do is silently weep.

Love ******* love
What a *******
Love ******* love
I think I want another hit at it.
Love sweet ******* love
Lacey Clark Nov 2023
you’re a deep canyon.
and I sit perched on the plane’s wing -
goggles on, sipping tea.

from up here,
you're a thin black outline,
a giggle and a wonder.
<3
Louise Jan 2024
I would do it all over again:
Leave my safe space
Flee from this city of foolish sanctuary
Burn my body and face
Strut into an unknown territory
Fall down from grace
Give up my false sense of serenity

Trade my gold jewelries for pearls
Swap my diamonds for seashells
With the island air, I'd dance and twirl,
Along the ocean breeze, I'd twist and bend;
this bottled feeling is a message I won't send.

But I would do it all too:
Leave everything behind
if it's you I'll get to be with in the end
I would cut my own good hand,
go somewhere nobody can find
just for another day of me and you
in the island.
Datore Fargo Dec 2023
Once upon a time,
there was a rose,
that grew,
on the moon.
One morning,
it was dawn break,
and it was in bloom.
The petals had uncurled,
an aromatic scent lingered out,
and for some reason,
one curious little mind,
woke up much too early,
to find this scent,
in their nose.
Only to find the moon,
in the sky,
bright and full,
and a rose scent,
all around.
Cocking their head,
they just knew,
that this didn’t make sense!
It was morning,
not night,
and why,
oh why,
would the moon,
smell of a bouquet,
of roses,
and not a handful,
of stardust?
This mystery,
must be solved,
they pondered,
but how?
A ladder maybe?
One really, really tall?
Made of twigs,
and branches,
tied together,
hastily?
No,
that’s silly,
it’s just the,
moon.
There can’t be,
a rose,
on there,
but they smell it.
Maybe if they wait,
and stay up,
just a little bit,
too late.
Do you think,
the moon,
might be in,
a lake?
Get a boat,
a couple of paddles,
and you’ll get a whiff of it,
I promise.
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