Posts Tagged ‘dreams’

Dream To Nightmare: Romantic Late-Night Haiku

March 30, 2011

You were like a dream/
come true. Your silence turns my/
dreams into nightmares.

Awaiting Your Call: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

February 13, 2011

Call me when you are/
awake. Until then, I am/
with you in my dreams.

Strangely Missing A Friend: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

December 14, 2010

I miss you/
more than you can know./
I miss you/
when I’m driving in snow./
I miss you/
underneath the moon’s tender glow.

I miss you/
worse than I thought I would.
I miss you/
although it’s understood/
I can’t grab you,/
or have you,/
or take you,
still, I won’t forsake you,/
because I miss you./

Sometimes there’s a hole/
in my stomach and heart/
that all the egg rolls/
and phad thai and pho can’t start/
to fill.
It’s like a drill/
just grinds away/
at me, day by day./

The emptiness./
The lonelyness./
I guess/
the duress/
of thinking about you./
Of being without you.

Which, if you think about it, really/
is very silly./
I mean, I couldn’t even kiss you./
And yet, I miss you./

The thoughts you inspired./
The dreams and desires/
you unfurled./
You opened up my world./
And now, seeing a new vision,/
and not being afraid of derision,/
it’s true:/
I just miss you.

Prior to Posting My Dream on Facebook: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

December 2, 2010

Sometimes it is good/
to run naked, exposing/
your dreams to the world.

Slumber Feeling Near: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

September 11, 2010

When I awake from/
slumber feeling you near me,/
I remember dreams.

You Replace Tinkerbell: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

April 25, 2010

The only reason I go to sleep
is because when I slumber deep
I hear your voice.
It’s not by my choice

that, in dreams, I see your face.
It’s just what fills the space
where Tinkerbell did once reside;
when I, as Peter Pan, cried:

“I don’t want to grow old!”
And now, sans mold,
when I retire,
my dreams are inspired,

in a fairy’s place
by your face.

Intense Romance Makes Sense: Revolutionary Sonnet

April 22, 2010

I’ve mellowed my romance,
yet I’m still too intense.
In baseball parlance,
I keep swinging for the fence …

and striking out.
I’m not certain what I want;
I’m not certain what that’s about.
I guess I should (mixing metaphors) just punt.

I once knew a woman
who was as enthused as could be.
Sometimes I think about her. Damn!
She was intense about ME!

The women I meet lately claim they have dreams;
But no one wants to put the effort in, it seems.

Full Moon Dreams: A Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

March 31, 2010

I dream I am with U tonight,/
full-moon’d romance in the air./
We lay 2gether as moonlite/
shimmers in yer hair./
All perfect, it seems,/
’til the end of my dreams.