"phantasy" poems
Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish’d hours,
When all my soul was given to thee;
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powers,
And thou and I shall cease to be.
Can I forget—canst thou forget,
When playing with thy golden hair,
How quick thy fluttering heart did move?
Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,
With eyes so languid, breast so fair,
And lips, though silent, breathing love.
When thus reclining on my breast,
Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,
As half reproach’d yet rais’d desire,
And still we near and nearer prest,
And still our glowing lips would meet,
As if in kisses to expire.
And then those pensive eyes would close,
And bid their lids each other seek,
Veiling the azure orbs below;
While their long lashes’ darken’d gloss
Seem’d stealing o’er thy brilliant cheek,
Like raven’s plumage smooth’d on snow.
I dreamt last night our love return’d,
And, sooth to say, that very dream
Was sweeter in its phantasy,
Than if for other hearts I burn’d,
For eyes that ne’er like thine could beam
In Rapture’s wild reality.
Then tell me not, remind me not,
Of hours which, though for ever gone,
Can still a pleasing dream restore,
Till thou and I shall be forgot,
And senseless, as the mouldering stone
Which tells that we shall be no more.
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Me and my coffee
Coffee is part of me,
and me is part of my coffee.
Coffee brings me to joy
Me brings my coffee to my phantasy,
and we're related each other.
Me and my coffee,
we have our own world;
we have our own happiness;
and,
me and my coffee,
is one of the best couple.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
-Love-
The quintessence of my being ails for the novel; the liberating; the metamorphosing elements of the terrene.
The philosophy of life has always been to search for the sacred truths with the passing of time; tempus.
The answers have been right in front of me.
The concept of finality has been an ailment of my mind; this malady had a paranoia inducing effect on me.
A surfeit of noxious thought can subdue one into nonexistence.
Never, no, rarely should one create a permanent state of tumult within their soul; one must look beyond what they first believe to be true.
-Love-
Without the absolute love, what is one?
The Divine has the Transcendental Power to heal all wounds…
-One must first ask-
The words have been lying here; stewing upon my tongue; awaiting a release for what has seemed to be an eternity.
In my mind the horizon has flashed before my eyes; a vivid vision of the world’s beauty has enraptured me.
Doves gliding off into the sunset; this must be a symbol of all the splendor that lies in store for me.
Enamorment; affinity; affection and all the virtuous elements of humanity have been consolidated in my midst.
They have been compounded before my eyes; a physical form has now been granted.
My heart now has a tangible source for the Elixir of World.
Blinded for but a moment, I departed into an alluring phantasy.
Unsure of where to search for a comrade, I looked to another plane of existence for solace.
There was an explosion of lust for what was once a forbidden dream of the kindest sort.
This dream, it was kind enough to grant me the strength to plow through all the turmoil of a scathing world.
I have given birth to a new feeling; a feeling of hope over the horizon.
How?
By allowing my deepest fears and latent intentions to be cast aside and to fade away into naught.
Earth is a constant melisma of unforeseen occurrence, pain, and heartache but it can also be a beacon for valor, gallant-heartedness, and altruism.
-Delirium is fading away from my consciousness-
My greatest fear has always been to grow and to exceed what I believed to be my true caliber.
Now the day has arrived for me to supersede all trepidation and to transcend the shackles of rigidity.
The storm clouds, they have departed.
The blossoms have begun to bud amongst the tightly packed soil of the terrene.
The sun has arisen from a nocturne of anticipation; this has effloresced into the genesis of a new dawn.
I have emerged from my cocoon and now the world seems so brand new to me.
I am prepared to soar high above the clouds.
I am a dove.
The horizon is mine for the taking.
I am a symbol of love.
From now, until the end of time,
Iridescently Efflorescent.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
Pining to be loved
I sought asylum within these pages
Every line, every word, every rhyme
Was a reflection of the sorrow that ruminated
Beyond the looking glass.
Yes, I fathomed I was alone without a
Guiding star, without a lodestar to lead the way, O, but now I am liberated
By The Sovereign of Songbirds
Who solaces me by his mellifluous musicality.
(Yes, I am free)
Soaring beneath the stratosphere, thermosphere, mesosphere, and exosphere
I saw all the suffering underneath the sun
And remembered what it was like to slumber.
Rest is something I took for granted
Feeling it was only forged to flee lament; oh, but that is only half the freedom
Of truth: Yes, we are reborn when we slumber.
So lull me and lead the way; furthermore, I am liberated.
The Sovereign of Songbirds enspirits me
By the clairron lullaby, by His voice.
(O, I am free)
Dreaming, I lost sight of all that made me human;
Limitations forgotten, I drifted heavensward. I forsook
All I held beloved.
Why must phantasy mean sacrifice? Must the fantast
Be sundered in order to claim transcendence, ascendence?
Yes, I was burned by The Incendiary Sun but
My heart has survived. It leads the way to liberty.
I am risen by The Sovereign of Songbirds who resurrects me.
I am summoned from the ashes like a Phoenix Rising.
(O, I am free)
(Se’ lah)
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 7:49 PM UTC
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for phantasy:
Therefore thou waked’st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok’st not, but continued’st it.
Thou art so truth that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories.
Enter these arms, for since thou thought’st it best
Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest.
As lightning or a taper’s light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise, waked me;
Yet I thought thee—
(For thou lov’st truth) an angel at first sight;
But when I saw thou saw’st my heart,
And knew’st my thoughts, beyond an angels art,
When thou knew’st what I dreamt, when thou knew’st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam’st then,
I must confess it could not choose but be
Prophane to think thee anything but thee.
Comming and staying showed thee thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That Love is weak, where fear’s as strong as he;
’Tis not all spirit pure and brave
If mixture it of Fear, Shame, Honour, have.
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal’st with me,
Thou cam’st to kindle, go’st to come; Then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
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Feelings are a fantasy,
Star studded,
Very stupid game,
Emotions are just power blessed,
Laced with blood and brain.
A rare exotic tiger,
Love,
She hides in long grass ,
As he dances,
On graves of darkness,
Crouches,
Ready to destroy.
She,
That's me,
A beautiful trinket,
Locked in encrusted jewel box,
Not playing for peals of wedding bells weals,
Wedding bells just give me hell,
In a hotchpotch mess of fools desires,
I am your weeping cross,
Laid by the wayside,
Please repent,
Hell,
I'm not begging you.
Weltschmerz,(world weary)
In this whisky bottle world,
Heart pain,
The fantasy in which you hang,
Not a real man,
Just mixed in with life's emotions,
Spilled over,
Stuck in spiders web,
A dream of online lies.
While indecision cries!
A fool I am,
A fool you are!
Adorned with mania's crown,
Wrapped up in satin dress!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
Are you looking for a solution
To whatever aches and pains might ail you?
During a night of TV viewing
You'll find something that should not fail you.
Linzess might stop your belly pain
Or discomfort from your constipation.
(Just be sure to open a window
To provide some needed ventilation.)
Feeling nerve pain? Then try Lyrica--
Unless you suffer from arthritis.
If that's the case you need Humira.
But that won't help your laryngitis.
Some ads say Abilify
Will help you if you have depression.
But watch out if you start displaying
Bizarre, unexplained aggression.
If atrial fibrillation has you
Feeling somewhat out of sorts,
Maybe Eliquis will help you.
Be careful, though, when playing sports.
Feeling dry eye? There's Restasis.
Muscle ache? Then try Aleve.
But they won't help with COPD;
To think so would be so naïve.
For that you'll need some Symbicort.
But what if you have (gulp!) E-D?
Or B-P-H? Then there's Cialis;
But don't expect a guarantee.
For type 2 diabetes there is
Farxiga--just one a day.
But that does NOT mean you can hit
The pastry shop and eat away.
For if you do you'll need some Nexium--
Yes, that little purple pill--
For acid reflex isn't fun,
And Zantac might not fit the bill.
If menopausal hot flashes
Are totally driving you insane,
Brisdelle should give you relief,
But do not take it with champagne.
With all these drugs we can't go wrong.
For everything there is a cure
Or relief from pesky, nagging symptoms;
But read the label to be sure.
Because of the possible side effects
Of all the drugs that you might be taking,
Be sure that you have considered the risks
And done some careful decision-making.
Watch for rashes, swelling, blood clots,
Gas, nausea, lung infections,
Diarrhea, stomach pains,
Four-hour plus erections,
Heart failure, thoughts of suicide,
Impaired judgment, shortness of breath,
Change in moods, drop in blood pressure,
Loss of consciousness, coma, or death.
- by Bob B
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
Oft is it compared, a sky of gray, and a day of drear.
It is with these muted colors that bring me the utmost of joys.
Perhaps it is your ashen qualities spawning somber, sullen feelings.
I repent, for this most assuredly won’t be made about you.
On the loose:
The life of a snowflake,
A wintered rain,
Frozen tentacles of a symmetrical dream,
Gone with the wind,
Heaven, fallen to earth.
Perhaps it is that I wish the sky to be falling
unto me
in a star-stricken
phantasy.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 11:08 PM UTC
Time:
folded, masked,
heartless - a nonsense,
drifting masks,
drowned ghosts.
And then
for one minute - a second -...
Golden ogival arches,
morning light, a bird song,
unfolding heart.
Time, a
stardust sprinkle,
lightness of danseuses,
gestures of magicians,
gentle rowing on a placid lake,
love phantasy...!
Brief waltz by one,
tempo gravissimo,
string puppet stuttering...
Hush now, hush.
It's sleeping
time.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC
Feelings are a fantasy,
Star studded,
Very stupid game,
Emotions are just power blessed,
Laced with blood and brain.
A rare exotic tiger,
Love,
She hides in long grass ,
As he dances,
On graves of darkness,
Crouches,
Ready to destroy.
She,
That's me,
A beautiful trinket,
Locked in encrusted jewel box,
Not playing for peals of wedding bells weals,
Wedding bells just give me hell,
In a hotchpotch mess of fools desires,
I am your weeping cross,
Laid by the wayside,
Please repent,
Hell,
I'm not begging you.
Weltschmerz,(world weary)
In this whisky bottle world,
Heart pain,
The fantasy in which you hang,
Not a real man,
Just mixed in with life's emotions,
Spilled over,
Stuck in spiders web,
A dream of online lies.
While indecision cries!
A fool I am,
A fool you are!
Adorned with mania's crown,
Wrapped up in satin dress!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
I probably was a stream
that grew into the salty ocean
of beautiful and deep emotions,
running up and down the hill
overcoming the obstacles. You might think that I'm mentally ill? Not at all. I just love phantasy
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
On the sky, cloud’s write,
The west wind reads it aloud:
‘Monsoon phantasy’!
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
**My sanity is hiding from me.
Making me a weak prey.
I want to run, I want to get away.
I just want to live.**
*Lies, inside my head.
Time is ticking.
I’m running out of air.
I’m…. blank.
Get me out,
Let me escape.
I can’t hide,
They know.
They know. They know.
I won’t know.
The lies is eating me up,
It’s getting harder to sleep.*
**I escaped...
I... I didn’t.
I’m still here, living in a phantasy.
I have to find an answer,
An answer for my insanity.**
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
*"The world as it stands
is no narrow illusion,
no phantasm,
no evil dream of the night;
we wake up to it,
forever and ever;
and we can neither forget it
nor deny it
nor dispense with it.”*
Henry James
~~~
crumpled tissues soggy slog
brew of up-all-night tears
daylight brings no belief,
sunlight offers but illusory relief
we dream awake,
awoken, we yet dream
some one...any one
come to me
be number one
on my to do list
be my next breath
and
whisper with heated words:
the world as it stands is
never standing,
revolver shot turning unceasing.
permission granted for water borne drops of
fated phantasy,
shower shaken
to
never forget never deny
fresh in every turning,
write sourced furnacing
that though the
weary
worn worries of
forever and ever
have a terminal final,
and though the Phoenix consumed,
it's whited ashes give rebirths hope
our narrow illusions
will yet be transformed
into broad avenues of better directions,
there will be
restitution
there will be
Union
for the lesson is cotton plain:
*that the world as it stands,
stands not!
on its axis,
turn, turn, turn,
each revolution,
an explosion,
an opportunity
for restitution!
a revolution
if only we never dispense
with the belief
to believe*
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
Oh, I lay in an enchanted slumber
visions of phantasy and wonder
visions of You
dance in My head
come from the depths of My soul
You come like a night mist
from the world of shadows
My dark and lovely angel
Oh, You live on the dark side of love
a dark haunting dream world
as dark as velvet
and as soft as silk
from Your heart
from the passion of Your soul
I feel Your fire
a desire from the dark
depths of your soul
Oh, a sweet fragrant mist
fills the air
come from the depths
of your warm and soft
black velvet soul
Oh, My head is filled with ****** fantasies
they fill My soul
and dance before My inner eyes
in My head upon My bed
Oh, creature
Oh, My phantom of desire
You come from the dark and distant shores
of My lonely and desperate soul
succubus mine!
you are a haunting melody
from ages past
like a haunting song
sung beside some ancient Celtic fire
Oh, how I remember You
I have known You through ages past
always a haunting vision
Oh, My soft and lovely haunting vision
Oh, You have always been the life of My soul
Oh, you are a fire that never dies
My love for You will never die
Oh, I breath in Your soft
and fragrant mystic love
it comes with the first dying of the sun's rays
as I lay My head upon My bed
you are the first twinkling star
of the soft and sacred night
Oh, You are some sweet and sacred Celtic angel
You have lived through ages past
and You will live in My heart forever and evermore
Oh, I search for You
with My waking eyes
and I shall search for You forever and ever
till I come to Your sweet sacred land
past the sun and moon
and the endless stars
on a bridge to forever till I come to the sacred shadows
of the dream land where you reside
and fly with you sacred Celtic angel
endlessly through the starry
sacred night skies.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
Life lessons I learned from friends, who've spent almost 90 years upon this planet
Stay creative. Let your phantasy carry you.
Laugh often. And if life throws itself at you, smile at it.
Never lose faith. Not in yourself and not in the force that drives you.
Keep your friends and family close. They will stand by you in times of peril.
Be kind. To nature, to the people around you and to yourself.
Live humbly. Only take what you need and then share half of it.
Try something new. And if everyone tells you, that you'll fail, show them what you're capable of.
And if you fall, no matter how often, get back up, shake off the dust and carry on! Because your life is a big adventure and you are here to enjoy it!
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
my world of phantasy is one
where I can save the universe
by the sheer power of my will
my force of thought
deflects the course of meteorites and comets
from collision with our globe
I make rain forests grow
back to their former size
endangered species
thrive and multiply
my will turns greedy politicians
into statesmen caring for the citizens
that voted them into their offices
all military hardware
becomes food
to feed the hungry of our world
wars are duels
fought between leaders
of contending states
no young soldiers die
for ambitions of their elders
cars only need hydrogen
recycling is the way of life
water and wind and plants
provide infinite energy
people I hurt
do understand
it was not done on purpose
and I can even tell my children
how much I love them
alas
my world of phantasy
remains just that
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
You be the sky above,
I'll be the earth below,
And everything in between
Will be where our love will grow.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Through the blue tone
Of my deadened layers
The life leaked so simply
Disappearing into the pool of
Emptiness and rage
Into the eyes
That knew no gratitude
The bottomless fall into
Meaninglessness
And yet through the lucidity of this phantasy
Faith persisted to survive
Uncomprehancibly
Unverbalized
The sound of a dead crow
Prophesizing there is more
Than mind can comprehend
Worlds yet to be discovered
Inspirations and souls to be awakened
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
how many idle landscapes
and unturned stones of fancy
have dissolved to into light
at the sight of the rising sun?
pull back the curtains of your phantasy
then pull back the curtains of your window
and let the dreams melt until
the night is a somnambulant pile.
the thoughts of your skull being pounded by morn
the unborn remains of the musings of muses
eyelids drooping and, with hesitation, rising,
and then your body does the same.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
She tripped over you in a
final wave of surrender.
You said
meet me where
The white cloth waves
in the air,
today's laundry.
Time's stretch limp
unworn
clock’s hands.
Future stopped in the
U.nticking
The lie in bleach is
rinsed .
Love lives in the
shadow....
Tomorrow.will be
a
concept
w.rapped in a
fantasy.
Caroline Shank
January 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC