Dream's Mysterium

Tag: Love Poems

  • That Dance

    I feel incredibly blessed that I have moments like this. I once had a relationship with a girl that was purely about getting together and cuddling. We didn’t ever do anything sexual. She invited me to. I declined. She was always with someone else, and I don’t do that. But I have those moments where…

  • The Prodigal Son

    The Prodigal Son

    Remember the tale of the Prodigal Son?Remember the Father’s joy?For once he was lost, but he was redeemed.It maddened his other boy.For he never strayed.He was faithful for life.Where was the feast for him?“We feast every day!Come pull up a chair, nayA son nor a servant be withheld a meal!”

  • I go all day

  • Of Fate and Fakes

    Buffalo mountain in the middle of the dark Holding summons precious like a priceless work of art Engineering motion in the middle of the year Fearing warm devotion cause I’ve had too many beers And why is one too many when you’re poisoning yourself? Need we any sugar in our diet? Did the Celts? If…

  • A Poem a Day…

    Keeps the doctors away But for you A few will do If I had no principles would you have left?If I was like you, an unprincipled mess?

  • Somewhere it’s Summer Forever…

    An eternal breeze blows by. Somewhere I sent you the letter I wrote… but you never replied. Somewhere we met in a movie That has no beginning nor end. It’s about love requited and beauty. We meet for the first time again and again.

  • Falling in Love

    Falling in love is So easy to do You don’t even realize You’re doing it too. One minute sober Then high as a kite — Will you come over To my place tonight? We’ll dance in the street And we’ll play until dawn. With both of us there Not a thing can go wrong! Please…

  • Six

    Whenever I feel grateful I exclaim: “I’m thankful for this bounty and this hoard.” Though I’m a poor man still I must proclaim” “I’m glad for what I have—that I’m adored.” For who can be a poor man with these gifts? To make sense of the world as few else can? And pen with neither…

  • Two

    I pour my heart into my verse, and why? Because sometimes I can’t contain my thoughts. I have to have an outlet, thus I write. My words just start to flow—there are a lot. Thus spilling o’er the brim they go with haste. Collect in pools of misery and pain. I sip from them but…

  • Sonnet One

    If love is all you’ve got I have enough Please bring me something challenging to me As difficult a problem as you’ve got And I will solve it expeditiously.   The only time I’ve loved was in my youth The only time I’ve lost to a degree. I wish that then I realized the truth.…