Love with no reason
He ignores you,
Yet you like him.
He does nothing,
Yet you fall for him.
He never speaks to you,
Yet you dream of him.
He doesn't think of you,
Yet you've given your heart to him?
Poems on the topic: dream
Poems on the topic “dream” on Poets.by.
My Rose
He is my rose,
Pricking my finger and drawing blood,
But also sweetly tempting,
My melody,
Haunting me in my dreams,
But also calming and soothing,
A poem,
Leading me in circles, confusing me,
But also helping me understand life,
I have many ways to look at him,
My rose,
My melody,
A poem,
But he is always there,
Unmoving,
Unshifting,
Sleeping
Eyes closed,
Mind filled of the beauty of your dreams
You hope it real
You hope it never end
But sooner or later you'll
Open your eyes to a world of torturous people
Day Dreams
You sit there
And look into space
Dreaming of a perfect life
Things more beautiful than here
Or
Dreaming of someone
Someone special to ask you something important
Or
Even anything you can imagine
A dragon,
A fairy,
Princesses and Princes
Anything you can imagine
Anything
Anything at all
A Dream Inside A Dream
Strangely familiar,
Yet uncertain,
I’ve been here before,
Or so it seems,
Surreal in setting,
In feeling,
In this real?
Or am I dreaming?
Time appears frozen,
Stuck in the present,
All around me is still,
The past and future non-existent,
Impressionistic from a distance,
Realistic up close,
Rubbing my eyes,
To see more clearly,
A Thin, Bright Line
Last night you came
In my dreams.
You were sitting on a chair
And glanced sideways
At me, standing.
You looked young and slightly plumb.
You never were plumb, I thought in my dream,
Amused.
You talked to me; kind words -
And smiled gently, with warmth.
Listening, I wondered happily
How you had changed.
In my dream, I remember
I wished, wistfully
At the images beginning to fade
That it wasn't a dream.
Faces
In between the sporadic bursts
Between the heckling customers
The intimidating bosses
The gossiping colleagues
In between the drudgery and monotony
I doodle faces on bits of paper.
Faces of men and women
Full face and left profile –
I have grown up with these people
Though they remained the same -
Adults passing through youth.
From behind notebooks, inside novels
Corners of text books and on pages left blank -
From every possible piece of paper
These Picasso profiles stare up at my face.
Most of my women are beautiful;
* * *
I dreamt about you
Funny thing is I can't remember your name
Or voice.
I don't know if we've crossed paths yet.
I don't know if we'll ever meet
But I do know this,
In my dream I was in love for the first time.
Daydream
I close my eyes,
Morning slips away.
Beneath my lids,
Light begins to fade.
The visions come,
When all goes black.
Sometimes peaceful,
Others mind attacks.
Blocking out,
The rest of the world.
Floating shapes,
Misty lines and swirls.
Blurry faces,
Forgotten time ago.
Returning to drop by,
And say hello.
Dreams
Different worlds,
Strange people.
Discovering more,
Delving deeper.
Exploring the corners,
Of my mind.
Searching for one thing,
That I can't find.
Faraway towers,
Beautiful rivers.
Happiness shown,
Only through mirrors.
Corpses begin,
To turn up on beaches.
Reminding me that,
I'm still only dreaming.
I Dream Of You
When I look out at sea
I dream of you
Of another life we could lead
I dream of you
Like a moonbeam In the rain
Like a fantasy, like a pain
I dream of you
It's an easy careful dream
And if dreams were true
I hope,
You'll Dream of me too
Haiku 65
I lie still…
game breeze
combs my hair
I’m a poor host–
some of my books
can’t stand up straight
Rain…?
Or just wind
clacking the leaves?
Slow July…
water pauses
in the sink
Downtown Jesus…
spiderweb,
cheek to shoulder
Lying flat…
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