"dreamly" poems
*Would you mind if I wrote you a love poem
Would you care if I shared it with the world
Would it be okay if I filled it with cliches
As in I am the oyster and you are the pearl*
***Oh my, it'll be an absolute delight
Go ahead, let the earth be smitten
Let your words float in the twilight
It'll be a beauty no one has ever written***
*I ask would it be too much
If I compared your beauty to that of Spring flowers
Or how I could just sit here and stare
As I dreamly while away the hours*
***I'll be flushed with humility
As I am just one of His thankful creations
I'll allow your gaze even through infinity
Admiring beyond my imperfections***
*Would it be to much to say
That you put the night stars to shame
If I had my very own galaxy
On it I would place your name*
***You can ask the clouds and sky above
How your words touched my heart to the core
The unfeigned expression of your love
I'm truly blessed, couldn't ask for more***
*While all above is true enough
Against your beauty nature would lose
I think instead I'll make this poem
A simple "I love you"*
Eudora
Mike Hauser
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
That time. That time when I felt in…
What, how could be happen to me? Not now, not now please!
I can’t see anything else just… somebody is going to help me?
It hurts but when I see that smile and those eyes I fell like a big block of antarctic ice slowly melting down for
the first time.
Is this…?
Please let not this happen to me. I can’t do it.
I’m scared. Of what? Don’t know.
It’s just my dreamly childly romantic way to see things.
I believed to all those tails and I’m too scared of the chance of a never happy ending
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
In an early morning dream I was sat next to a woman on a train whom I fell in love with.
Her captivating smile and red hair are but a few figments of that dream that yet linger in my memory.
Entranced by a conversation I cannot recall, and infatuated with a woman I cannot picture, I eagerly fall asleep at night, moronically hoping she'll come again.
What I do remember of our dreamly encounter I cherish with great pleasure. I cannot help but feel paradoxically content yet bothered by the realization my most recently cherished conversation is one I have, in fact, never had.
In an early morning dream she came, and for the briefest of moments filled my world with warmth and endless curiosity. And just like the ether from which she came, she withered into inexistence upon my awakening.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
You are a star
shining at your best
in the vastness of the sky
among beautiful moon and sun
And I am a moth
Happy even with the lights of an electric bulb
How I wish
I could sit next to you and your brightness
But,
I know
that dream is too big
and I am doomed with this artificial light
I see you
from here on earth
amid the dust and dirt
your dreamly image in the sky
You light of the sky
Filling the darkness
with a twinkling lights
and making me in awe every night
I console my heart
at least
I could see you from a distance
and be happy on my own little world
I console my heart
Some dreams are
too beautiful
to become a reality
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC