"fantasising" poems
I can come inspire you
Become your idol
Like I have a mansion
Built on the Bridle
I have to make a move
Come and take you down
I wanna make a movie
And sing like Chris Brown
I wanna make you work for it
So I’m putting in resistance
I’m tryna go half’s on a baby
Bring another life to existence
I just watch you undress
Spend my time fantasising
Sweat drip down your spine
The temperatures rising
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 10:03 AM UTC
Dreaming of Earth we do see
fantasising of a time when we lived free
hating what as become of our reality
Holding back the tears
remembering what became of our fears
how easy things have changed over the years
Freedom is freedom
no mater how big or small
don't give it up
you'll miss it when no freedoms exist at all.
Dreaming of Earth we do see
fantasising of a time when we lived FREE
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
Lingering in the dark side,
She just blew my mind,
My brain waves all fried,
Sanity lost, too far to find.
I dream of busting chains,
Throwing my life down the cliffs, to the ocean rocks.
My soul now in your reigns,
Bound,Buried & Chained in a box.
My visions wild,
Fantasising a life away,
Heartbreak not so mild,
I end up all alone and stray.
In my Mind, my Initials chained around her neck,
Tighter than the grasp of love and dread,
Blinded in a hedge maze, reality unchecked,
We’ve already done it in my head.
Fiction and reality merge,
I keep recalling you in vivid dreams,
A messy little kiss it’s all that I urge,
Lust flows in wicked streams.
The river of lust,
Sourced from fatal fantasies,
As I drown deep in you,
Giving into all the fancies.
Bedsheets all ablaze,
Screaming, hiding my face,
Rising up like waves,
Crashing over, leaving no trace.
At last, a wishful yearn,
Giving way to laboured breath,
Will the tables turn,
Our fate all set.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
Yuletide essays read poorly of spiritual love
Save of winter concerns of cold hands and feet
But to me my warmth is from within and without
From sensitive elements and looks of expectancy
All through the year I am loved and brought home by generous arms
Holding my tender heart with simple fingers of gentleness
At Yule my fears are ones of inability to conform
Yet I know that my love will be kept holding small edifices
Of temperate thoughts and radiant hopes
Lest our love is exposed to the winter blast
It has no maintenance worries as we stay locked
Deeply embracing through the chill of the night
In the mornings there may be white blankets of snow
Which drive others to feel isolation and loneliness
But here at Yule as ever our hearts are as one
Despite the dragging pressures of the seasonal presence
New Year is a triumph of milestone epic
Fantasising our minds with future conquerings
Especially as most are timid in their push for reality
Ours has been honed to supernatural levels
Although we look deeply into bringing these to bear
We know from our hearts these are just around the corner
Upon the very road we travel
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 7:50 AM UTC
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*I miss you but I don't know who you are
Want to touch you but you're just so very far
You visit my dreams but we've never even met
It's where I always tell you how much we could have meant
Imagining your scent I close my eyes and slowly inhale
Fantasising of the sunset into which we could sail
The taste of your lips is a memory I'm waiting to have
Yet all the time wishing it's one I'd already had
Will your embrace, I wonder, ever be mine to steal?
Feeling your warmth, mending this heart that needs to heal
I'll hold this dream in my mind so tight and so very close
One day maybe you'll come true! I'll pray, and who knows?*
~
Something is missing from deep inside but will I ever know?
Tell me where you are and to this place I will surely go
Within my dreams there's a place that feels so very real
A gentle voice in the beautiful distance mirrors the way I feel
The scent of Jasmine reminds me of a face I've never met
My heart remains loyal and my mind is already set
Full lips, I imagine, leaving 'lust' as a subtle taste
I reach out to caress you but lose the memory of your face
It's like you've already held me but left the imprint on my heart
I would readily begin searching if I knew just where to start
This fantasy, visiting only at night, will stay with me 'til death
and when I leave this earth, your name will fall upon my fragile breath
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
Below Drown Town, there is a place
An area for the voiceless people to stay
It’s called The Wastelands
Here is where I live and spend most of my days
Fantasising about a girl who can take the isolation away
This picture I’m painting inside my head is us
Lying down in my bed
Listening to old school tunes about love & gangsta ***
I lose myself completely in the look of your eyes
While you tangle up your legs with mine
A kiss from your lips gets me high
It numbs my mind and slows down time
I whisper “let’s **** and forget who we are”
You pull me closer and say “ready when you are”
But like most fantasies, you snap back into reality
The girl I want is way out of my reach
I’m like a king with a forbidden lust dream
Starring at the world whilst I wait for a queen
In The Wastelands for the rest of eternity
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 7:56 PM UTC
Life just happens without knowing what will be happening
So don't blame New York, It's just one of those days
You have to try something new or they might forget your gaze
You did nothing wrong, it's me, not you, but thanks for listening
I'm trying while you're gazing
I'm trying, trying, trying while your fantasising
Don't try too hard, just trying to get above
Just add a smile to my dial and pile on the love
I'm more than just a gangsta, I'm a true hip-hop pop star by far
A symbol of peace, for the new world order, all locked away in a 1960s jar
Smack! Crack! *** Snap! Crackle! Pop! Just painted art on the wall
If you take yourself too serious, your Humpty Dumpty will fall
I'm trying while you're gazing
I'm trying, trying, trying while your fantasising
Don't know how I'm gonna stop
I need an escape or I'm going to flop
What's ya daddy's crib producing nowadays in the hood
I'm the only true black kid in the whole **** neighbourhood
There's stray cats arriving from all over the place
All are getting together to form an almighty human race
I'm trying while you're gazing
I'm trying, trying, trying while your fantasising
Don't try too hard, just trying to get above
Just add a smile to my dial and pile on the love
I'm just a guy from the ghetto, I used to be full of fear
Try living in a cage and spreading all of your love over here
How much pepper, how much salt, goes into a fine nancy salad
It so crucial for the final outcome of your life's fancy moving ballad
I'm trying while you're gazing
I'm trying, trying, trying while your fantasising
Don't know how I'm gonna stop
I need an escape or I'm going to flop.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
grin penetrating my mind and your touch - your grab - sewn into my side
sinking as a summer without fin(n)s drowning in your baby blues,
boy
and fooling myself into early christmas hollyboughs? go-lightly on me, oh please!
A ****** bisou beneath mistletoe
with curled toes and auroral, idolising eyes
fantasising eyes
overall, decriminalising eyes
Annie excuse at (H)all to see you and
re
-vive (mes soins, votre sécurité)
-kindle (the ignition to my inspiration)
-pair (poles apart)
a pair in the most offensive of ways
my only vice is cleansing yours
but your sins or psyche?
am i wounded or warming?
my truly fatal frailty
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
I'm chained to this system,
To these rules and regulations,
A constant spiral of the same sights,
Forced artificial happiness,
Recycled reinvented pleasures.
These comforts can only numb the aches,
Until dark skies and cold weather,
Expose my wounds to the wind.
Lack of materials, lack of all,
Keep me trapped in dizzy frustrations,
Fantasising new sensations and places,
Knowing the happy, coloured blurs will sharpen their lens,
And reveal their familiar, colourless forms.
Sitting on my fixed space of land,
Still rooting for the next month to win me over,
For the next week to triumph against the last,
I tug at my tired chains,
Hoping to God there's that there more than this.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
Our butterflies, and sweet, rosebuds,
Languishing lazily within a dream,
Once together, but now lost forever,
In fading memory’s drifting stream.
We shared every pleasure, she and I,
Two girls embracing, love so sweet,
Tasting our butterflies and rosebuds,
Consuming our passion’s, lusty-heat.
We explored all nature had to offer,
Sun-drenched glades, darkened woods,
Fantasising, and illicitly tantalising,
Our butterflies, and sweet, rosebuds.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
I want to roll over in the night and feel your enchanting presence.
You're intoxicating.
I want to feel your arm flop over my torso in the night, and hear your sleepy whimpers.
Being with you makes me weak in the loveliest of ways.
Why, I could lie awake and listen as you breathe, watch your lungs as they tactfully rise up and down, for hours.
You, my dear, are mesmeric. Trance-enduring, and ever so magnificent.
You're the exact thing i've been fantasising about. You're the escape I need to keep myself sane in the audacity that's more commonly known as reality.
You're my one and only.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
wake up, crystallizing
you're hungry,
but not for food --
no never that
maybe for love, or people
but isn't needing weak
and you don't
need
wake up, realizing
you're tired
of life, of this fight
now wonder
how on earth
did you end up as
this girl --
broken
wake up, determining
the exact lifespan
of a shadow
or shadow girl
and how many years
before you fade,
in the morning light,
vanish
wake up, admiring
those who truly live
who walk
talk, eat and smile
tell me --
wouldn't you like
to be that way
too
wake up, cannonising
models
everything you'll never be
and that you want
but someday soon
you'll have to let
it all fall away
grow up
wake up, fantasising
of satisfaction
without the guilt
and pain
of not starving
not relying on hurt
letting people
care
wake up, promising
a new start
the sun will rise
and you with it
you'll eat
talk, breathe in
the summer air won't
burn -- is this
it
wake up, reveling
in knowing you haven't
sunk -- aren't
giving up
follow the plan
cut loose
your puppet strings
be real
wake up, deciding
it is time
accept your scars,
be better
but is this true
can you, or
is this just another
false dawn
© Tara India.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
From the upstairs window
She has a wonderful view of him
And she likes what she sees.
She stares intently.
Her heart beats faster
Her mouth opens
And she almost drools
As she considers the possibilities
And imagines all kinds of fun...
But soon
Alas
It is over
And he flies away.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 4:01 PM UTC
Buried in Wonderland
I picture you here with me,
Us,
Together once again.
Forever.
I still remember me begging you
“B-baby, please save me,”
But you didnt.
You never did,
So why?
Tell me, Darling,
Explain why I’m still pining for you
Still dreaming,
Still fantasising us together,
Maybe on a picnic while you caress my face,
And tell me how I’m the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid your eyes on.
But for that to happen,
I have to wait
And for you baby,
I'll wait forever.
I'm comfy here sweetie,
I'm warm
In Our Bed
Waiting in your Favourite coloured dress.
Longing,
Only for you.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 5:06 AM UTC
Once upon a time
The dream goes on
That fairy tale ending
Close to gone
An ordinary girl
Fantasising extraordinary things
For prince charming to come
Where bells will ring
But no one would come
To love her so
All alone by herself
Nobody for her to go
Now back to reality
It cannot be
There is one who loves her so
Indeed it is me
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
A tale of a lady in waiting.....
Emily did speed dating,
For her swain she is waiting,
Emily, anticipating,
Hopes fantasising,
Are her nuptials nearing?
Is today that diamond appearing?
Shall she have a solitaire ring?
Preceding her white wedding?
Now her swain is appearing,
He has a burning question,
She waits for his suggestion,
She's the lady in waiting,
Is her swain proposing?
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
He sighs, heavily,
"Here is my question burning,
I ask my soul's deep yearning,"
Emily waits for a diamond ring,
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
Swain whispers breathily,
The lady is waiting....
"Can you marinate chicken wings?"
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
He yells angrily,
"That's rude, how crude!
That's the last time I see you!"
Now her own wings she is marinading,
Does she resume speed dating?
Does Emily ever stop dreaming?
Solitaire ring anticipating,
The lady is waiting,
The lady is waiting,
And waiting, and waiting, and waiting............
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
we are waking up every day
with so many things on our plate.
Even if the whole day feels empty,
our minds are heavy like lead.
We are leaving early to live our life
but we are always arriving late.
We are ******* the air in
but we our lungs aren't breathing.
We are searching everywhere, we are trying all the time,
but we don't know what we are wishing to find.
We are living every day
but no one is feeling alive.
We are fantasising every night
But we aren't sleeping.
We are wanting more everyday
But we are gaining nothing.
We are talking about living life
But we are burdened by everything that's coming
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 7:50 AM UTC
Going for a walk with a dog
one feels there are two minds looking
thinking
and sometimes wonders what the dog is thinking
or perceiving
***** sees from a different height
is closer to the bluebells
the snail
or the mouse hole
perhaps these give off a perfume
her sense of smell is stronger than ours
she has other knowledge than ours
I wonder as we walk slowly past things
what she is looking at
and this influences how I look too
we sense each other
absorbed each in our tasks
the one creating poetry
while the other is contemplating
the library of perfumes
and maybe fantasising he dogs
or perhaps just being
being a dog
as I sometimes am
just being me
Margaret Ann Waddicor 22nd March 2016
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
At age 2
In my daddy's eyes I saw a fortress
A pillar of protection
The monsters in my bed feared him
At age 4
In my daddy's eyes i saw
A world spinning with seas of love and mountains of hope
the reflectiom of me
Was a precious jewel
At age 5
In my daddy's eyes I saw a hero
The fruitful productive provider
His voice of resonance an assurance
As he lifted me up and made me giggle
At age 8
In my daddy's eyes I saw
My confidant
Many stories he inspired me with
Teaching me lessons of life
As he taught me how to ride a bike
At age 10
My dad was nowhere to be found
Mum wouldnt tell me where he went
She said 'it' was complicated
I still loved him wherever he was
At age 15
my television was my dad
Teaching me all dirt
My world was spinning with despair and rejection
Adolescense was tough
Fantasising on Jlo's ****
I understood that he ran away
At age 17
I found an older girlfriend
After many rejections with the younger ones
I forgot about my dad
But when I remembered him I resented him
I missed looking into his eyes
At age 19
I remembered his lessons of life
'Money is not everything'
'If you dont get what you want,
you didnt really want it'
I didnt want to become like him
At age 20
10 years with my mother alone
And here he is standing at our door
Looking like a drenched fowl
'you have grown so tall'
Im now 20 dad
and you must be kidding
10 years and that is your first line?
I want him to go
Mum takes him in
And forgets all her hurt
I corner him at the dinner table
You are a coward dad, why did you run away
He can't even look me in the eye
Mum speaks on his behalf
"Its gonna be okay Dre"
At age 21
Deep inside i hurt
Why did you leave us?
Son, you dont understand
Sometimes you have to leave those you love the most
If you care for them
Still at 21
I cant stay anymore
I move in with my other girlfriend
This one is young and hot
The older one taught me 'game'
Dad doesnt make sense
Later in life
I swear to be a better father
But i come to realize that
Dad was the better father
I see with his eyes that sometimes you have to leave those you love the most
If you care for them
Even though they might never understand...
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:17 AM UTC
what if I told you
I saw a lioness with fire eyes?
what if I told you
I witnessed the collapse of a marble empire?
what if I told you
I saw ashes floating from a soul burned by passion?
what if I told you
I saw an ice-cold Phoenix raising from snow?
what if I told you
I saw a canary so joyful its melody charming even the shyest of sun rays?
what if I told you
I saw a golden but poisonous rose?
what if I told you
I saw waterfalls coming down from blue and green galaxies?
what if I told you
I saw honey dripping from a dark heart?
what if I told you
I saw a diamond so rare that its brilliance scared even the lightning?
would you believe me?
would you think I'm lying or fantasising or even creating metaphors of imagination?
but
what if I told you
to look in the mirror?
what if you see
what I once saw?
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 9:14 PM UTC
No longer tracked in a dollhouse. A small spec from the view up above.
Heart erratic
Breath pumping
My confusions left unsolved.
No longer scavenging for booky ally ways for a quick huff and puff,
Fantasising about what I’m wearing as I **** myself,
Or when it would be most peaceful to inhale evil
Spirits.
No longer held on an invisible chain
Chained to my ‘friends’
That have accepted this mutual need
To be comforted not by what is said
But by what is given and pierced through the head,
Over and over
Again and
Again
For years
Four years
I knew not one of them,
But their smiles were kept green
And their eyes soaked in sad blood
Looking through narrow windows,
Thin lines of dim lights,
Pouring on lonely nights.
And that’s when I realised
Freedom is a slave sacrificed.
So if I must be chained
Let it be a chain
Hooked on loyalty
Truth
And love.
Let it be a chain
Flexible
And gentle
So I can find my way back
With ease.
Let it be a chain of strength
A chain that protects me.
Because I am no longer chained
To the idea
Of freedom in
Robbery.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
The Typewriter
I didn't drink much till I was thirty-four
Life was not getting any better my writing ambition
Was rejected by my family as a pipe dream
I drank –the refuge of the feeble - and dreamed
While fantasising lost house, wife, hare& hound
Ended up in a cot on mother's loft.
A dusty typewriter in the corner took it out and cleaned
It with my scarf and wrote something behind an unpaid bill
I loved the ping it made at the end of its limit
Ping!
Wake up you drunken sloth I had found my Metier
Who wants to sit with losers in a smoky bar not me mate.
Writing has not brought financial reward but that
Was not what I was aiming at it was just to give thoughts
Wings so they could fly where the fancy took them.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
am just fantasising about you, your sweet body, those ***** sweet kisses. The heart warming sensual moans as our bodies rock, and I slide into that sweet honeypot.
I can still feel the tremors of pleasure as I go deeper and deeper into you. I Love the smell our sticky bodies as we wash each other with our body juices.
My bedroom mistress, I yearn to learn more from your wealth of the act. You are an artist and I wish to be your apprentice. Teach me, let me do the practicals. Grade me, but let me have retakes.
Let me scoop the honey,
let me lick every drop,
Let me get drunk,
Allow me to savour the life dregs,
Let my fingers play the fiddle,
Let me sing and waltz to the rhythm,
Let me strike the notes in crescendo,
Allow me to drown in the melody.
Our song will have no words,
The music will not be meant for more than a pair of ears.
In our studio of five by six,
We will edit and launch our album,
And on our memory wall it will hang,
As the best platinum album of 2019.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
Dear Wordsmith
Where have you been?
Have you forsaken your art
or thy art has forsaken thee
Where now... do you keep?...
the words spiralling in your head
Those words you ****** to me
Every time you're sick, lonely and weak
Have I moved from being your favourite girl
to your long-forsaken ex
When last was it you pick your pen
and make me ouch like it's first time ***
Scribing those words; tattooing my skin
Fantasising every bit of my whim
Did you not miss my kiss
Those goosebumps we feel; when we scroll through each other's skin
Why have thee forsaken thy art
Has anyone broken thy heart
Has your world fallen apart
Is it family feuds or country's nukes
thats rampaging your being from deep within
Just tell me; I'll be' the comforter I've always been
Dust your chin up and get back on your feet
Please don't abolish your dreams
No, you mustn't fall apart at the seam
Aug 21, 2023
Aug 21, 2023 at 6:01 PM UTC