"dreamful" poems
A moment cuffs you in the face
like Newton's overstated apple,
and the evening dissolves
into sharp, steady resolve...
You think about the extra drink you should have drunk,
the song you should have sung
and the man whose touch y so missed...
The Muse had disappeared.
**** Muse.
Every time you try to find news you want to *****
not just a little, but expel the very core of emptiness out of you,
and you picked a fine time to stop swearing
because there is a man whose feel you have so **** missed...
The stars continue to twinkle across the Northern Sky,
oblivious to the bouncing of our big Blue Ball,
un-answering dreamful wishes;
though, there are other stars lying closer to your heart,
a fresh start and the barbells below...
And you realize
life is found in the letting go...
And the Muse reappears, smiles an aching, wondrous, Hello.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
I had too much,
Swirling in a bar,
Swells after swalley,
My girlfriends gone
And I, lost, alone with
Familiar strangers.
They circled me,
Paddling, soles holey,
Rafting under rafters,
My red hair drawing
Them in, motley moths
To a flame, locks lit by ****
And glinting with flit of glass
In peat drub smoking pub.
One brave soldier, sailed
On over and our glaze eyes
Danced, deftly avoided any
Glance as we swayed, silent,
His breath was dank, of sea,
Moist and salty on raw flesh,
I could nae help but wake from
Dream by the scent of only you,
But it wasn't you dreamful laddie,
In shelled ears some brigand shot,
Sprayed a cold loss awakening,
His words, nothings, oak aged,
I felt loudly drowning, caught
In a corner of rusted, hulled
Ship now sinking, he threw
Himself a line and I saved
My soul, a life preserved
By a leaving, breaching
Heavy waves, bobbing
Into the out of doors.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 3:32 AM UTC
I departed poorly
with my blackly bitter summer,
And ordered life in bright colors.
It gave me autumn
dressed in blazing orange and red.
Delivered to me in dreamful
and magical tints of gold.
I didn’t even notice the autumn rain.
Smelling the fragrance of the breeze,
I heard beautiful music from the rustling leaves.
Now, my heart began beating a familiar rhyme.
Love will gather my wistful, unspoken thoughts,
With new songs of harmony
from these autumn leaves.
I still have a lot of these colors.
I still have a lot of LOVE to give.
I’ve known love like I’ve known fall for so long.
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 8:44 PM UTC
Dear Pablo, as I look over
my soaking body, wet, with patches
of dirt, blotched and raw bleeding,
the clouds turn in my yellowed eyes
in order to love you, my Pablo.
You, who made me feel radiant.
As I am the sea, I fish for you,
rolling in mud, and becoming
mountain, I topple for your toes
who'd dig in deep and itch my aching
breast to sleep. My dreamful-drowsy
birds, rake the skies, rush-out like nets
wanting you on their wings, my poem.
Pablo, I loved you so when you said,
my flowers were little stars to pick,
and that loneliness was a train who waits
in a far-away station, and how, my most
minuscule attributes — a cat, a pear,
the atom, you praised, in odes, heaped
like showers hailed from heaven, as fresh-
water you reigned from the other side
of tears, and temper'd my salt, my green,
murky life. Dearest Pablo, since you've gone,
my breath has the emptiness that hides under
stone. And the blue-winds crossing, my life-
less age, they are nothing but long waves,
keening, — Nay — rood — ahhh!
Since you have left me. And my trees,
they forget how to grow,
my song, my only,
Pablo.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
Long ago a lightning had burnt her dry
But her resolve its might couldn’t foil
Her gnarled hands spread on the merciless sky
She stands on her root in the soil.
You may think she’s there without a purpose
For no foliage now adorns her frame
Not one leaf rustles in south wind’s rush
You can’t even tell what’s her name.
Petals don’t bloom she’s ****** long dry
Her shade lures no traveler to rest
You may wonder she stands there why
Bereft of seasons’ colored fest.
Her trunks sunburned naked and bare
I ask why this purposeless waste
Till I find out one cute raven pair
Has made her their dreamful love nest!
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
Dear Pablo, as I look over
my soaking body, wet, with patches
of dirt, blotched and raw bleeding,
the clouds turn in my yellowed eyes
in order to love you, my Pablo.
You, who made me feel radiant.
As I am the sea, I fish for you,
rolling in mud, and becoming
mountain, I topple for your toes
who'd dig in deep and itch my aching
breast to sleep. My dreamful-drowsy
birds, rake the skies, rush-out like nets
wanting you on their wings, my poem.
Pablo, I loved you so when you said,
my flowers were little stars to pick,
and that loneliness was a train who waits
in a far-away station, and how, my most
minuscule attributes — a cat, a pear,
the atom, you praised, in odes, heaped
like showers hailed from heaven, as fresh-
water you reigned from the other side
of tears, and temper'd my salt, my green,
murky life. Dearest Pablo, since you've gone,
my breath has the emptiness that hides under
stone. And the blue-winds crossing, my life-
less age, they are nothing but long waves,
keening, — Nay — rood — ahhh!
Since you have left me. And my trees,
they forget how to grow,
my song, my only,
Pablo.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
Welcome to love station.
Please dock your heart here
Slowly, softly, carefully!
Hope your journey thus far
Through the moon-bathed tunnel
Aglow with the choicest stars
Was pleasant and dreamful!
It would be sometime
Before you come out of the hangover
All earthlings have when they arrive
And be blissful in your time here
Holding onto your heart knowing in peace
That it would never stop beating
And instead be caged in another diaphragm
To live, love and go into transit again!
It's such a tragedy across millennia
That heart after heart was lost in death
Till mankind could find way to change it
Discover the key to immortality
Of transiting heart from one to other
And not let it be buried with the corpse!
You're now entering the heart lab.
Your replica is too eagerly waiting here.
See how it's already dancing in joy
Celebrating your immortality
And also its own!
Welcome to love station.
We assure you when you wake up
You'll know what it means
To be undead in love forever
And the key that was love!
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
Dear Pablo, as I look over
my soaking body, wet, with patches
of dirt, blotched and raw bleeding,
the clouds turn in my yellowed eyes
in order to love you, my Pablo.
You, who made me feel radiant.
As I am the sea, I fish for you,
rolling in mud, and becoming
mountain, I topple for your toes
who'd dig in deep and itch my aching
breast to sleep. My dreamful-drowsy
birds, rake the skies, rush-out like nets
wanting you on their wings, my poem.
Pablo, I loved you so when you said,
my flowers were little stars to pick,
and that loneliness was a train who waits
in a far-away station, and how, my most
minuscule attributes — a cat, a pear,
the atom, you praised, in odes, heaped
like showers hailed from heaven, as fresh-
water you reigned from the other side
of tears, and temper'd my salt, my green,
murky life. Dearest Pablo, since you've gone,
my breath has the emptiness that hides under
stone. And the blue-winds crossing, my life-
less age, they are nothing but long waves,
keening, — Nay — rood — ahhh!
Since you have left me. And my trees,
they forget how to grow,
my song, my only,
Pablo.
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
Dear Pablo, as I look over
my soaking body, wet, with patches
of dirt, blotched and raw bleeding,
the clouds turn in my yellowed eyes
in order to love you, my Pablo.
You, who made me feel radiant.
As I am the sea, I fish for you,
rolling in mud, and becoming
mountain, I topple for your toes
who'd dig in deep and itch my aching
breast to sleep. My dreamful-drowsy
birds, rake the skies, rush-out like nets
wanting you on their wings, my poem.
Pablo, I loved you so when you said,
my flowers were little stars to pick,
and that loneliness was a train who waits
in a far-away station, and how, my most
minuscule attributes — a cat, a pear,
the atom, you praised, in odes, heaped
like showers hailed from heaven, as fresh-
water you reigned from the other side
of tears, and temper'd my salt, my green,
murky life. Dearest Pablo, since you've gone,
my breath has the emptiness that hides under
stone. And the blue-winds crossing, my life-
less age, they are nothing but long waves,
keening, — Nay — rood — ahhh!
Since you have left me. And my trees,
they forget how to grow,
my song, my only,
Pablo.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
Dear Pablo, as I look over
my soaking body, wet, with patches
of dirt, blotched and raw bleeding,
the clouds turn in my yellowed eyes
in order to love you, my Pablo.
You, who made me feel radiant.
As I am the sea, I fish for you,
rolling in mud, and becoming
mountain, I topple for your toes
who'd dig in deep and itch my aching
breast to sleep. My dreamful-drowsy
birds, rake the skies, rush-out like nets
wanting you on their wings, my poem.
Pablo, I loved you so when you said,
my flowers were little stars to pick,
and that loneliness was a train who waits
in a far-away station, and how, my most
minuscule attributes — a cat, a pear,
the atom, you praised, in odes, heaped
like showers hailed from heaven, as fresh-
water you reigned from the other side
of tears, and temper'd my salt, my green,
murky life. Dearest Pablo, since you've gone,
my breath has the emptiness that hides under
stone. And the blue-winds crossing, my life-
less age, they are nothing but long waves,
keening, — Nay — rood — ahhh!
Since you have left me. And my trees,
they forget how to grow,
my song, my only,
Pablo.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
Dear Pablo, as I look over
my soaking body, wet, with patches
of dirt, blotched and raw bleeding,
the clouds turn in my yellowed eyes
in order to love you, my Pablo.
You, who made me feel radiant.
As I am the sea, I fish for you,
rolling in mud, and becoming
mountain, I topple for your toes
who'd dig in deep and itch my aching
breast to sleep. My dreamful-drowsy
birds, rake the skies, rush-out like nets
wanting you on their wings, my poem.
Pablo, I loved you so when you said,
my flowers were little stars to pick,
and that loneliness was a train who waits
in a far-away station, and how, my most
minuscule attributes — a cat, a pear,
the atom, you praised, in odes, heaped
like showers hailed from heaven, as fresh-
water you reigned from the other side
of tears, and temper'd my salt, my green,
murky life. Dearest Pablo, since you've gone,
my breath has the emptiness that hides under
stone. And the blue-winds crossing, my life-
less age, they are nothing but long waves,
keening, — Nay — rood — ahhh!
Since you have left me. And my trees,
they forget how to grow,
my song, my only,
Pablo.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
If you feel shy,
Come into my
dreamful sky,
Why do you feel shy, why?
If you feel love,
Come into my
thirsty heart,
Why do you feel love, why?
If you feel emotions,
Come into play
with me tonight,
Why do you feel emotions, why?
If you feel alone,
Come into my
flowerbed room,
Why do you feel alone, why?
If you feel bored,
Come into my
cheerful parlor,
Why do you feel bored, why?
If you feel worried,
Come into my
fearless world,
Why do you feel worried, why?
If you feel tired,
Come into my
powerful arms,
Why do you feel tired, why?
If you feel homeless,
Come into my
amiable house,
Why do you feel homeless, why?
If you feel hurt,
Come into my
motivational place,
Why do you feel hurt, why?
Truly, if you feel me
then will you come into my
lovely and happy life!
Why do you feel me a lot, why?
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
The identity of a poet
smitten into a dreamful
dark beauty
there the accurate
remedy emerges
as a soothing sterling
balm, an intangible
beauty healing the wound
where the majestic Cheiron
pierced and burnt you
across the underlayed
image of yours that
I yearn to touch..
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 3:48 AM UTC
The Light is falling, slowly, as a golden radiance, thick and sweet as honey, dripping from the comb. I lie on bare mountains, and I lie in green meadows, and I dream, dreaming, dreamful, light and life and peace flow around me, enveloping me, as if I sink into a warm ocean, bottomless and calm and deep. My hair lies around me, and as I dream, I in wonderment and full of the glory of all, touch Gods hand, and life around me stills. I in my dreaming, Light pouring down slowly from the bright glory of the infinite heavens, open my eyes and see. And if I was ruined and weary, with death upon me, and my life flying from me, away and gone, pulled away as a beautiful kite might, in some windy spring day, fly from the protesting hand of a child, and soar away over the green trees and reaching mountains of the land, even if all this were so, and the Angel Of Death were upon me, fair hand upon my shoulder, even if all this were so, I would not trade my fate for any, for the light is falling all about me and a light is in the heavens shining through me, and I feel the gentle pull, of peace and warmth, of tranquility and everlasting light, and I hear the call of angels, singing in many voices, in one voice, speaking in many tongues, in one tongue, and God is there and I hear him, he, founder of all, the God of Life, of Light, of Love. I hear him calling. I am floating now, spiraling slowly, away from all, away from everything, and into something more, amid the everlasting light,
and the sound of stars, singing in the light filled vaults of heaven, and I go, far, amid the everlasting light, and the sounds of stars, divine in peace.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
Down in the wilderness a young boy was born
Roses in cracks growing, choking on a little toy
- Is there tomorrow? - Birds rush aside,
No, boy,
Tomorrow is lighter than the birds that fly high
- Give me a sword and I shall defeat - he said
Words so faint, sharp as the deadly end
Devotion so fragile as the broken wings
See the darkness unfold in the depth of the cold
The aged man knew that noone could withhold
The games of yesterday evolving and shaping
A dreamful, tomorrow-like vision of everything
Life embraces as beautiful.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
Every night he knocks at her door
Calls *I’m hollow without it
Give me back want nothing more
The love I left at your feet.*
Beside her is heard the snore
From her man in slumber’s bliss
The lover’s plea to settle the score
Doesn’t break his dreamful peace!
Give me my love the lover howls
Bereft it I’m dead
Echo him the barnyard’s owls
Heart dies when not love fed.
*I’ll not come back once
Am ready for an honest pact
Open the door give me a chance
Return my love intact.*
She alone hears her lover past
Sinks in her bed in fright
The jilted lover in lost love’s lust
Comes back on her door each night!
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
She
A nightful of fairyness
A moonful of mysteries
A dayful of roses
A sunful of emotions
A riverful of spirit
A seaful of pearls
She was not my girl
She was not my girl
Me
A desertful of solitude
A seaful of tears
A heartful of poetry
An eyeful of waiting
A roadful of leaving
A guitarful of songs
A bookful of tailes
A dreamful of her
she was not my girll
she was not my girl
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Writing poetry
Made reality dreamful
My dreams are real now
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Sometimes, I have these dreams
reflecting the images
of my thoughts
That’s why
upon the earliest dawn
can’t help but wither with my loss
Even I cannot understand
what for real occurs inside my mind
Maybe if I just stop lying could
the worlds forbid on me
vanish should
Then, I discovered,
lying is my safe haven;
lies masquerade the real essence
of evil that exists
inside me and all the ones
I stay alive for
But,
who are they?
Does someone with an importance
for me
actually breathes in this place?
Aye,
For sure,
it is
simply
not the other way
around
It might be that I should
take place of the worlds forbid
on me
and
Vanish
Only this and nothing more
Once
upon a midnight dreary
Figures of a life
that never was
or
never will
fled from their concealment
Yes,
same night
as before
While I pondered nearly napping
they would return
Reencountering
the lies I’ve told myself
Everyday
and Always
Suddenly,
There came a tapping
Could it be
The Lord
reaching for my carnal soul,
Already?
The one
from my dreams may be!
Has he
for final
found out?
No; Nein
Niet
Only voices of forever
Endlessness
Merely this and nothing more
Mislead and Delude
Deceive or Perjure
Cheat, even Fool
Why so many
expressions for a word?
Lie
The cause
of my dreamful nights
of the accomplishments
I didn’t deserve
of the illusion
I’ve built around who I thought
cared
just a little
I am
the actual delusional
Here
Even Lenore
weeps for me
right now
No,
it is no concern of her
For I
nothing represent
Will I ever feel the spring
once more?
Quoth the Raven: Nevermore
Will these
the ones who keep fooling me
ever go away?
I guess not
For, fool is fair
as fair is fool
These are only consequences
of yours venom
yours, mine own
Do I deserve it?
Yes
No
Who is to judge?
The Lord?
The one I doubt of
The Serpent?
The one all doubt of
Or the one,
I’ve been deceiving
and lying
and perjuring for
All Existence?
I guess I am not
a rare and radiant
maiden like the others
Nameless here forevermore
That I am certain
Nameless here
Forevermore
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
How dreary it feels, knowing you sit alone in a room
where the blinds stow away the reality outside the pane.
There you sit, behind an LCD screen, typing your wildest fallacies.
Then the shadows beckon to close eyes; a dreamful feign.
You resist, desperate to form a connection to someone,
but met with, "You have reached the voicemail box of.."
No texts. No callbacks. Facebook ending with just "seen".
All alone, retreating to the innermost melancholic thoughts above.
Hours turn into days and days turn to weeks.
You plot your escape route with no strings attached.
You're scared, but hold steady with an iron facade,
wistful, that a final solution has thus been hatched.
In those final minutes, when the white candies hit,
and there's no turning back to being alive and sober,
you shudder and slowly close the bloodied eyes,
knowing that the last battle, is finally over.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
Dear Pablo, as I look over
my soaking body, wet, with patches
of dirt, blotched and raw bleeding,
the clouds turn in my yellowed eyes
in order to love you, my Pablo.
You, who made me feel radiant.
As I am the sea, I fish for you,
rolling in mud, and becoming
mountain, I topple for your toes
who'd dig in deep and itch my aching
breast to sleep. My dreamful-drowsy
birds, rake the skies, rush-out like nets
wanting you on their wings, my poem.
Pablo, I loved you so when you said,
my flowers were little stars to pick,
and that loneliness was a train who waits
in a far-away station, and how, my most
minuscule attributes — a cat, a pear,
the atom, you praised, in odes, heaped
like showers hailed from heaven, as fresh-
water you reigned from the other side
of tears, and temper'd my salt, my green,
murky life. Dearest Pablo, since you've gone,
my breath has the emptiness that hides under
stone. And the blue-winds crossing, my life-
less age, they are nothing but long waves,
keening, — Nay — rood — ahhh!
Since you have left me. And my trees,
they forget how to grow,
my song, my only,
Pablo.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
Dear Pablo, as I look over
my soaking body, wet, with patches
of dirt, blotched and raw bleeding,
the clouds turn in my yellowed eyes
in order to love you, my Pablo.
You, who made me feel radiant.
As I am the sea, I fish for you,
rolling in mud, and becoming
mountain, I topple for your toes
who'd dig in deep and itch my aching
breast to sleep. My dreamful-drowsy
birds, rake the skies, rush-out like nets
wanting you on their wings, my poem.
Pablo, I loved you so when you said,
my flowers were little stars to pick,
and that loneliness was a train who waits
in a far-away station, and how, my most
minuscule attributes — a cat, a pear,
the atom, you praised, in odes, heaped
like showers hailed from heaven, as fresh-
water you reigned from the other side
of tears, and temper'd my salt, my green,
murky life. Dearest Pablo, since you've gone,
my breath has the emptiness that hides under
stone. And the blue-winds crossing, my life-
less age, they are nothing but long waves,
keening, — Nay — rood — ahhh!
Since you have left me. And my trees,
they forget how to grow,
my song, my only,
Pablo.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
You say and i heard -
the ease of this pain,
the taming of the winds.
Howling the unspoken,
never knowing the light of things
is easily dismissed.
An imagined feeling,
a dreamful wish and such fancies.
How many times have you visited
and left messages and crumbs?
Seeing the entirity
before it ended,
and your footprints lifting me
until i flew across the sky
this dead night in the daylight.
Every snake and folly trampled on
and the dirt roads travelled us far from each place,
led me back without you.
So i listen now,
the silent vows fulfill themselves
in time.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
With your face glowing beside me
My mind can't hold it no longer
This thriving feeling tempting me
To imprint my passion on your lips
To hold your face in my palms
And whisper tongue to tongue
That I love you, and always will
You've become the veins in my heart
I wouldn't live without your smile
Can't relate your beauty on anyone
As I play the piano, I think of you
Melodies of dreamful nights, heavenly
All I could believe is you are the one
The one for me that you complete me
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
I will see your face,
I will smile.
Everything around me will suddenly disappear.
It will be just me and you, nobody else.
Staring at your eyes will be dreamful
like this feeling.
It will be like the movies,
so beautiful but yet so unbelievable.
I will fall in love with you
the way you fall asleep,
slowly and gently...
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC