Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poem

  • Three

    A sonnet daily ‘bout the whims of one— A hopeless lover longing to find love— Of broken hearts and broken wills, so fun— Poetry is man’s most potent drug. A poem will keep you healthy, Whitman says. As long as one dines nightly in the nude. As for one’s opus, always edit, yes. For one…

  • 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…

  • One

    The ember of a pale moon lights the sky We cuddle close together to stay warm. We’ll sit under the stars until the morn. And gaze up at the sky until we cry. A shooting star appears to light the night We make a furtive wish upon its glow To know a thing it’s not…

  • Goddess (a Sonnet)

    The young pale moon reminds me of your eyes.Your lips, my love, the reddest kind of rose.Your smile reminds me of my highest highs.Your silken hair, a river, as it flows. How do I measure to such loveliness?I have my wit, my charm but little more.How do I woo a creature straight from Venus?When I’m…

  • To Me, You are Perfection

    To me, you are perfection Like the sun setting over the ocean Seen from a secluded beach Like my favorite ice cream  Melted to perfection Easy to eat.  You’re easy to enjoy. The way I love you is uncommon I have never felt this way before But you are uncommon.  You’re the rarest gem on…

  • A Fatal Dance

    Painted black—her raven hair In flowing rivers—painted her shoulders. Cheeks-a-blush—a fullness there Her slate-grey eyes—two sunken boulders. The darkness of ten thousand years— But warmth to welcome tortured souls The envy of her jealous peers— As if perfection were the goal— She dances here and there with grace. Her lovely countenance aglow— The look of…

  • Earth in Iambic Pentamenter

    I know that once I write these words, their lives At once will both begin and start to end. And no one will be digging through archives. There likely won’t be be’ings like us again. We’ve made a mess impossible to mend. And I can almost not endure the days. Successive torture in a thousand…

  • Absinthe for the Lady

      Absinthe for the lady. Brandy for the gent. The night feels like it’s just begun. And time is heaven-sent. And though the hours drain me as I Stifle one more yawn, The silhouette of lovers can be Seen across the lawn. Buy my book! Free with Kindle Unlimited!

  • 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.…