"daydreamer" poems
Wake up, wake up!
It's time to get your head
out of the clouds
Wake up you whimsical dreamer
and move to where you want
Wake up, wake up!
you sleepy head,
don't dread time
but rather dread death
Life doesn't move
if you just live with constant fear
Wake up, wake up!
daydreamer you are running out of breaths
Wake up and tell her
Tell her!
tell her you love her
Stop her!
stop her
she's waiting
Draw her a picture,
write her a song,
the more breaths you waste,
the farther she goes
Wake up, wake up!
daydreamer she's gone,
what will you do now?
You let her go,
even when I told you
to hold onto that balloon
You lived in constant fear
now your nightmares came true
Wake up, Wake up!
maybe it's not too late
tell her you love her
tell her what she means to you
Don't just stand there,
move!
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
You were born on a cusp.
friends on the other side
couldn't decide,
Scorpio or Libra.
You yourself,
as constant as the tides.
A tenth sign ram
was blessed to cross
your lovely path
and the ram learned:
Short curly hair
pinned back reveal
asiatic eyes.
As you pass by and by
Time and time hearts race
Chicken salad sandwich,
its moist mayonnaise
is never as delicious
without a pickle.
Grubhub.
No, Scrubhub.
Too content to leave the room.
Yummy Rummy,
food in our tummy.
forever.
Broth, cheese and wine.
Mushrooms and time.
If ever I tasted love,
it was shared with me,
in a recipe.
Sound opinion in scores.
Royal, like the Tenenbaums.
Bill Murray fantastic.
Pink Moon over and over and over.
Divide that by nine.
And now I know,
almost as well as you,
how good Goodfellas is,
even after the tenth time.
Early morning awakenings or
snooze again and again and again.
Paralyzed in a dream or
awoken with a scream,
we tried a routine:
Once parts of a team,
a memory faster than it seemed.
Ran for miles.
A boy and girl in the hall,
amongst the boys and girls
in the hall.
Digital regulars in ecstasy.
Wake next to you a daydreamer.
So, when life gets hard,
and you're feeling down,
don't be so glum,
ignore your doubts,
don't feel left out,
I'll be there for you,
when you need me to.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
I know it's wrong.
But daydreaming about you....
It just feels
Right.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Ophelia, Ophelia,
voracious daydreamer,
how dare you
upset this delicate orbit.
your hands were the kiln
for my sloppy and misshapen mind,
but that was nothing,
relatively, compared to the way
your eyes reflected lost souls.
my dear, it's a catastrophe.
now when the moon chides me,
and the stars reek of your smile,
I run my hands across
the fronts of empty dresses
that you wore years ago.
Ophelia, Ophelia,
I recall the way your eyes shone
like the peak of madness
and how your shoulder blades
touched in a subtly avian manner.
how simple are the remnants
of your existence, of your melancholia,
I cling to them like a ***** to touch-
and I know they will bring you no closer.
stale shadows haunt my lingering eyes;
where you should be standing
I see only lost time.
Ophelia, Ophelia,
smoldering star in my hindsight,
stone in my chest-
I'm sad to see you go.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Daydreamer waiting for her surprise
She's always sitting on the bench outside
Watching through the golden glasses
She sees through her eyes a world that unties
Beautiful creatures and where love prevails
She always wonder why her beauty does not impales
As she holds so many wonders
A sweetness in her bright almond eyes, behind the glasses that sat crookedly on her nose
She focused her eyes on a flat prairie
Where the unaccustomed eye sees only ordinary
In hers, the dale was a beautiful swathe of shiny green grasses
Trees are clothed in delicious cream and pink blossom
Jasmines dancing to the winds, choreographing autumn breeze
The sun casting its last golden rays
Changing its yellow into hues of tangerine and fire red
Her perfect world, she whispers
She is a daydreamer
With eyes so full of love that will make you melt
She is beauty and love
Looking at her shadow slowly shrinking down her feet
Only her can see the magic
You will find her outside
Waiting for the man to share the same picturesque landscape
Seeing her reflection on him just like a mirror
Sharing a moment, a smile, a touch, a gaze
Closing their eyes to a slow and soft kiss
Alas; she is still waiting on this
Waiting to meet him flesh and bones
Dreaming about it everyday
This love she's never met,
Yet she seems to glimpse him in every corner
And because of it, her heart craves for blossoming flower
Her heart is bound to a fictional imagery of him
Creating imaginary moments and opportunities
Clinging to a false sign that precipitates desires
The desire to lay her eyes on him and feel his lips on hers
The desire to feel her body shivers with his skin on hers
The desire to feel his heart beating to her caress
the rush in her veins, with just his look
She will be an eternal daydreamer
Until she finds him sitting on the bench outside for her
For an eternity of love
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
I should be ecstatic
I should be breathtaking the second I walk
into the room with you
I should be full of effortless perfection and captivating laughter
I should hold you like the rare gem you are
polishing you, weightless by your worth
I should weep with sweet gratefulness over our stunning photos
and memory keepsake moments
I should be a beauty queen rolemodel
exhibiting class and coordination and intelligence
I should be ravishing in your love,
a kaleidescope of pinks and yellows and magic
I should be bathing in the taste of your devoted kiss
and sunning under your Carribean embrace
I should be a blonde hair blue eyed American dream
Instead of a
Miserable maniac that can't even write a ******* poem.
Instead of a terrible daydreamer,
bored by the periods at the end of your sentences. . .
Instead of a tarnished transient seeking foolish adventure
Craving endless oceans, cliche flight humor, and saving
animals I didn't even know existed to begin with
Instead of a jaded view from every set of empty eyes
Instead of an indulgent *******
that wants more than this terribly wonderful life
that you've offered me.
I really should.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
It was a blurry reflection I saw in the clouds,
it was clear in the sky and as if I was facing my own body —
my legs can barely walk, my hands were trembling
and I can only open my mouth to breathe.
Though there are birds who prey on me, my wings have kept me on guard
and I stood still, alone, with my legs broken
and of little faith.
The world bestowed upon me was ruthless for someone as dreamy and a little in love as me —
I wish that sometimes I can be as hard as a rock,
so the world can see how cruel I am to her
and give me something that I can call a spark of joy.
I have beheaded myself from having to only daydream about falling in love, I have disconnected the veins flowing around my heart —
so it won't feel anything, but even the day sets down and night comes up,
I would still be in love and be of little faith, that I, part of a million particles living in on this earth — can still be held by a man whom I hold on so dearly.
Maybe if I would be less cruel to myself and nice to hard rocks, he will find me and I can walk again.
Maybe my heart that was made of soft cotton easy to be pulled by can be colorful like the blue sky,
and my face can mirror back the clouds' reflection —
and my hands can touch the end fur of the trees dancing when they see me in love wholly and less ruthless.
Maybe if I say maybe now, I can be held like I am a precious gem in his eyes and the birds won't be my enemies anymore,
they will sing wedding bells' songs and I'd smile in regards,
I will strum my harp and the only thing I can get by at the end of the day was his smile,
and that will build my little faith, and I will feel the love again, the once daydreamer, has now fulfilled her reality.
And I am back again in writing these, for myself while I continue to work and I sit here — in front of my desktop waiting for my reveries to come to life.
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 11:24 PM UTC
Oh my little daydreamer,
Dreaming of better days
Dreaming of cotton candy clouds
and a sky you see your reflection in
Didn't anyone tell you silly little dreamer?
You can have anything you dream?
Open your mind, your soul, your heart
You are stronger than you believe
Daydreamer of mine,
Please don't grow up to be masochistic
Be a soldier that defeats any obstacle
Be a lover that loves in the loveliest of ways
My darling little dreamer
Be the dreamer of dreams for all of those who can't
For those of us who have fallen
For the ones who used to be daydreamers
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
i swam before i can walk
i dreamed before i could talk
i dreamed of stories
i dreamed from stories
awake asleep
awake in sleep
i float i fly
i swam i cry
i lived i died
i loved i lied
i gained my strength from them
i am weakened as well
from childhood to tween
to teen to twenty
i never stop to dream
will this be my only life
among the clouds up sky
will i ever live a life
will i ever live the dream
or let dream die a dream
let the dream eat me away as i sleep
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
Daydreamer thinking this world is something it's not.
Standing on stairs made out of air, climbing higher and higher with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back.
With the dark drying up everywhere behind him.
His dreams brighten up this world that does not know it's black.
The daydreamer is fighting off this fog that is trying to tear his mind out from him and not even knowing.
Daydreamers battling with there eyes closed softly.
Trying to forget the ugliest days, and making the day blossom in their mind till the day is bright with a incomprehensible glow masking all the gray and loneliness.
The daydreamer holds on to the hope that everything will be alright someday.
Never dampening that hope, but feeds it with their Anticipation on what the future may bring.
Daydreamer is the only one when they close their eyes it's not dark, it's not dim, it's bright.
And not only seeing the light as an adventure and a reality, but also the dark.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Daydreamer, realities a drag
Live in your mind
Happiness in a bag
Why live in real life
When you got your stories?
You’ve got an easy way
To escape all your worries
Daydreamer, you go with the flow
Daydreamer, you dodge every blow
With your head in the clouds
You got nothing figured out
But hey, that’s ok
No need to be so stout!
As you fly with the birds
And cruse in the sky
Your lost among clouds
High as a kite
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
I'll say "Goodnight" in the morning,
So the rest of my day
can be a dream.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
She's the quiet one, who
never stands out the chick
who'll rather write a poem
than speak to a crowd.
The one nobody notices
when she walks down the
hall, the girl who's voice is
unknown but her mind's
full of thoughts.
She's the introvert, the girl
in disguise, the one who
builds up walls so her
life won't collapse.
The one whose tough
exterior in reality is
full of cracks.
She's a timid soul, a
daydreamer at heart,
creating the ideal future
while she tries to
forget her past.
The person who tells
her pains to a stranger
who asks, but can't
have a conversation
with those that are
by her side.
She's your classmate,
she's your sister and
friend, she's your
cousin and niece, she's
your aunt, she's your tale.
she's the girl that stares
back when you glance
at the lake, the one
no one knows, she is I,
she is her.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
I think about you day and night
I begin to dream
Thoughts that make my heart take flight
I smile from ear to ear
Singing love songs
Loud enough for the world to hear
Oh this feeling is so grand
I dream of us soaking in the sun
Laying in the sand
Waves would be crashing
And my, did you look smashing!
We'd laugh and play
And waste the day away
When night falls
We'll cuddle in close
With a fire that calls
Inviting marshmallows to roast
And in my dream
I could already feel
Our love was strong
Our love was real
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
disconnected daydreamer,
party lights and streamers,
blockin' out the screamers,
grasping onto my femur.
i'm really real,
still alive & kickin'
not eatin' chicken
i'm strong as steel.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
you are the toska breeding in me like vicious flowers
cannas perhaps lotus or bleeding hearts
haunting the excruciating longing in my sinking chest
a calming and white haunting
I hear a thud in the middle of my body and it seems
that my heart levels itself in between my dimmed ribs
so that it may nervously burst in my core
to let that beautiful yellow childlike sun into my body
what am I without you, a weltering raindrop
on top of a dark wooden roof
falling into the rustic mud while nobody is watching
being absorbed into the earth while nobody
cares
when I spoke my voice was hallow
and now you fill my speech and the streaks of tunes from my neck
like a starving man who by the grace of God has been blessed
with the feast of kings and queens
the phantom artist of something like a never ending dream
the gentle spirit
the serene incubus
you
daydreamer of withering beauty
heartless and genuine
I rest my smile upon your spine
I suffocate into your talent
of a deep and barren like litost
your calm ocean
as mine
filled with creatures only our imaginations
can begin to decipher
a tender arena of hearts and fowl play
you have taught me more about myself
I am bathing in beauty
drowning in a glorifying deep silk
I would bring my last weeping words in a coffin
with dark and rich embroidery resembling
that of your driven eyes
for a simple brush of your hand
upon my cheek
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 2:39 PM UTC
A daydreamer with eyes of blue
Untarnished by the world that kept you
Bathed in days of gold
Never knowing the cold
With his head in the clouds
Never once had to look down
Spinning all around
Reaching for the stars
Although you’re miles apart
Happiness floods your heart
A daydreamer
Floating so high
Flying with birds in the sky
One day realized
The world is not as it seems
Monsters lurk in the seams
And call to those whose hearts are dark
They ravage worlds and tear them apart
The daydreamer comes crashing down
Now reality is the only sound
And evil is abound
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
My heart goes prestissimo!
As thoughts swirl round my mind.
This weary soul seeks you.
In which abode will I find?
A lustful sight – you naked before my eyes.
Flesh wrapped in skin – yours against mine.
Lie down my love;
Let us dine.
As I gently push my lips against thine
ears and whisper:
You are my Aphrodite...
Take me to ecstatic heights.
Let me kiss you endlessly...
Soft.
Hard.
But each passionately.
Let me hide in your warmth...
Till I reach your soul.
Till I feel its glow.
Till this fantasy fall.
Till my reality calls.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC
Daydreamer, daydreamer
Dream 'way your day
In hopes that, maybe this time,
They'll let you away
Away from your day, and all that lies in it
In your day is a nightmare, reality's within it
For what's real is for night,
which you shan't repeat
And the terrors in day
contribute t'your defeat.
Day and night
Night and day
You dream away
So you don't stay
In your broken day
And your shattered night
So maybe you might
Dream things out right;
Daydreamer, daydreamer
Dream 'way the night
So you won't have to wake
'Cause it won't feel right.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
"Get back to work!" the voice shouted out
"There is work, you **** to be written about!"
"Ok!" I said, as I stared at his head
This story is over, this poem is dead.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
i have traversed many miles
walking with the night,
she with her satin leash
wrapped around my neck,
ushering me under
a divine compass of stars
who navigate me
into a
grey fog of fantasy;
tempting me
away from
another tired night
of suggestion
and malcontent.
i do well
stepping into my role
of daydreamer
in the night,
eyes glazing over,
body weaving
like some
mechanical soldier,
as I slowly sink
further
and further
into the rabbit hole
of my mind,
where i touch
the membrane,
the pulsing vein,
the sturdy skull
which cups
the hiding
mass of brain,
and the tangled knot
of treasured ideas
and thought.
i enter casually
under the mark
of exit signs
searching aimlessly
for an idea,
stuck in a lightless cave
of a deeper depth,
the one born and lost
on the winding interstate,
without pen and paper
in hand to collaborate,
eighty miles an hour
of reckless power
births creation,
when
neuron,
synapse
and speed
galvanize into
conceit.
but this one escapes me.
it flickers out of sight
like the rest of them,
as i close into
where it hides,
like some feral animal
who knows
not of a friendly hand,
it scurries back
into it's lonesome wasteland.
but i remain
walking under the
invasive moonlight,
for I yearn to take my idea back home,
to wrestle it into submission,
sew it to hand and feet
and give it deserved recognition,
to dive my sharpened teeth into
the thick of it's juicy meaning
to bleed ink
onto paper,
for there is nothing
back in the stagnant terrain
of my body,
or here
lying on my desk
but the blank pages
of the greatest story
never written.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
She wasn't so special.
She wasn't even that pretty, and her hair was always a mess, she had tired eyes, also her knees were too skinny and her voice was too loud. She was always in her own world never paying attention to anything I had to say, always scribbling in that notebook of hers I never got a chance to read. She laughed pretty much about anything, and had an opinion about everything, seriously.
Okay, she was that pretty. In fact, the world beautiful wouldn't bring her justice in her worst day. Her hair was a mess, that's for sure, it always fell over her face and I used to pull it back gently. And maybe she had tired eyes for staying up until the moon went to sleep waiting for my 'I'm home' text. I got to say I loved the skinniness of her knees, I remember thinking she was secure with me, that nothing wrong would ever happen to her. She was a loud person, which kind of came in handy whenever she had to stand up for herself, watching her speak up always made me proud.
She was a daydreamer, always over analizing everything, picturing different scenarios and each possible outcome. She promised she would show me that notebook, I remember she mentioned once how every thought that crossed her mind she wrote, that always fascinated me. And her laugh, man, that I could never hate, I would have done anything to hear her laugh. She always told me how having an opinion about everything made her interesting, but I knew that already, for I found her fascinating since the moment I met her.
She knew who she was and she knew what she wanted,
I wish I had figured that out before.
It's too late now.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
I often dream of pretty things
with unhealthy fascination.
I often go where you can't follow,
craving isolation.
I haven't found a footing sound
in this here habitation.
So I find life's sweeter side
in my imagination.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Lately I’ve been feeling
Like my worries are sky high
I’ve tried to conquer mysteries
I’ve tried hard not to die
Once blinded by the brightness
Yet when all I see is black
Screaming
Frantically
Searching..
Trying to find my way back.
I see the changes start to blossom
Through winter, summer, spring and autumn.
So maybe if I close my eyes
My Imagination will compromise
You see,
A wise man once told me that all things must pass..
A wise man once told me that nothing ever lasts.
Although, sometimes I wish that I could be a visionary or a queen
I’d lead my battles from Dusk to Dawn
I crash
I burn
I still carry on
It’s filled with love yet hypocricy
And ruled with mediocrity
The world should be a better place
For laughter, tears of joy and grace
Because I’m finding it hard
And I can only dream
Tomorrow we’ll just make believe
Sharing stories under the night sky
But tomorrow never comes
I wonder why.. ?
Some might say its meant to be
And when all is said and done
I find myself straying on the path,
Back where I once begun.
Lately I’ve been feeling like my worries are sky high
I’ve tried to conquer mysteries
I’ve tried hard not to die..
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
I am the domesticated Daydreamer. finding simplicity in the beauty of all things. see through the natural lies and become one as we dwell in the sunrise. keep it light and enjoyable for the days are ours to consume. find no need to pressure forth when this steady pace is mine to adjust. see life in the eyes of a tree so calm and strong these roots within me. enjoy the breaks with a book and some bark let the trees shade you from what has left you scarred. see the beauty inside an uneasy soul its ready to mold and from love be told the steps to happiness. this is the movement of eyes and hands grazing over the incomparable honesty of how the human being operates. skin to skin lips to lips we are just muscles and nerves ending where others muscles and nerves begin.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC