#daydreams

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  • jodi_writes 1d

    she believed in her daydreams
    but daydreams fade with the sunlight
    she thought she found magic
    but the trick was on her
    she writes to be free
    but the paper has turned yellow



    ©jodi_writes

  • abhishekkamble 2w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @redolent_smile @ckfilvan
    #mirakee #writersnetwork #pod #daylight #love #romance #picturebook #laughs #daydreams #nights #datenight #date #shortstory #midnight #short #stories #poetry

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    Midnight of the picture book.

    The comfy couch couldn't resist but entangled and was reluctant to say, "get up, you always make me watch romedy" rather the cozy and homely feel entwined in a way, we could spellbound the sorcerer's magic. Fading gleam of moon upon the window panes could sign the ardent stars aligned for tonight's purpose. The disguised air enveloping the soothing note of music could whisper slightly in asleep ears as we didn't turn off the television and its screen would play to manipulate our dreamy musing, we forgot in a haste as the warmth wrapped around the coldness that shivered down the messy shawl.
    As I will slowly open my eyes to stare them on your mesmerizing face I would walk to the windows to tease the sleepy eyes of yours with the desperate sun rays coming in through the mischievous gap between the curtains and your widened lips grinning would signal on how the grace has showered the rosy red and sunflowers in a garden ! You craved to slide brush on the canvass, not aware I was standing to adore your artistic glare, you sprinkled the yellows upon me and I was in awe, I exclaimed, "Ohh wait! Now I gotta put some on you, hehe!" hastly I ran after you to make you laugh in the rainbow's embrace as I poured down the hues on your sweatshirt.
    Terrace dates where the innumerable golden shades would shine upon the delicacy that will melt in our mouth until we say, "Ohh this is much of food,hehe", as the time will fly in the ticks we would be gazing up carelessly ignoring the clock's waning. The clouds will be jealous of the enlightened dim sky as it falls to the depth of the sea but the shore needs a noise ! We would be counting the twinkling and staring the sparkling fireworks as we sit for the picture book delight, sliding down the funnily and silily clicked stills through the midnight.
    ©abhishekkamble

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  • scenic_lass 6w

    I wander in nights to avoid nightmares of his aparting
    I sleep in midday hours to daydream about him
    ©lostgirl__

  • jodi_writes 13w

    Her daydreams
    are better then her
    reality with him

    Enough said



    ©jodi_writes

  • kiansh_ 15w

    Well somewhere in life we need to take decision which have risks and uncertainties too....
    #motivation
    #motivationalquotes
    #daydreams

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    When daydreams become reality
    Say yes, take risks, and live life on your own terms.....

  • sonal_meher 18w

    I'm made completely of daydreams and nightmares..
    Counting fireflies.. Looking for a shooting star..
    Whenever clock hits 11:11..
    I make a wish..
    Talk to moon and to my pillows...
    Share darkest stories with them...
    Yes I believe more in magic than reality...

    ©sonal_meher

  • phoenix_feathers 22w

    Daydreams float like
    feathers before my eyes.

    Escape! They beckon.
    Away! They fly.
    I join them blissfully unaware.

    Somehow I am able
    to block out the voices of
    the world.

    Somehow I fly towards a world
    where I belong, where I have
    no need to worry.

    Euphoria covers my soul
    when I disappear for a while.

    Perfection.
    Fulfilling.
    Comforting.
    Illusions.

  • broken_planet 24w

    Him

    He is cute...
    Ik you like him
    I like him too
    Touch him once
    I eat you Twice††

    ©broken_planet

  • spadesunderground 27w

    Sleep

    Sleep is warm
    And sleep is soft
    From where I'm lay
    Inside my bed.
    I've tucked myself
    In the warm pocket
    Where I am safe and undisturbed.
    My tongue is heavy
    A blanket of warm
    Filled with the sweet taste
    Of wholeness and peace.
    Laced with the flavor
    Of my fondest dreams..
    But sleep isn't always
    What it seems..
    Sleep can be cold
    And sleep can be cruel
    From where I'm trapped
    Inside my bed.
    I've tucked myself
    In the deepest pocket
    While the storms rage inside my head
    My tongue is numb
    A prison of darkness
    Filled with the bitter taste
    Of sweat and my fears
    Laced with the flavor
    Of salty tears.

    ©spadesunderground

  • thoughtfulsage88 28w

    You come and go as you please
    not from the depths of my heart
    but from the dreams I can't cease
    as they die upon your swift depart

    ©thoughtfulsage88

  • kyeiii 30w

    I live an unexciting life, where I desperately cling on to the hope of future adventure.
    My life has been a monotomous routine, where I forlonly await an eventful climax.
    I wake up everyday and I'm at the same place, see the same people, walk the same streets, engage in the same conversations and do the same things, I'm stuck!.
    I feel like I am entrapped in an irreversible time loop reliving the same old story over and over again.
    I feel like I am half dead on the inside, yearning to feel completely alive.
    I feel like I am stuck in a place I do not want to be, waiting for a moment to break free.
    I feel like a flightless bird.
    I feel like I need adventure.

    The days go as fast as they come, it feels like they only flash by.
    The days speed by so fast right before my eyes like they were competing against Usain Bolt in a marathon of eight runners.
    The days just move by in their usual cycle, each week facsimile to the previous week like a draconian way to remind me I'm not living right.
    A day feels like it lasts for just seven hours,
    and last year feels like just seven months ago.
    The clock rapidly ticks and I'm still not where I want to be.

    Day turns to night, night turns do day,
    and my sense of fulfilment hangs by a thread, mirrored by the gloom of a boring life.
    I'm gifted with life but my time is squandered by repetitive and uneventful episodes.
    It's impossible to battle against withering time.
    With every tick and tock, my distress slightly increases.
    I know I will be rolling with disatisfaction and bitter regret in my grave should I kick the bucket today unforseen.
    There is so little I have done and so much I want to do.
    Adventure calls my name,
    My body tingles at the thought.

    I closed my eyes shut and I day dreamed I travelled the world.
    I was at the evergreen grasslands.
    I run barefoot in the meadows,
    the tickling sensation of the grass under my feet was extremely exhilarating.
    I inhaled the fresh air of the country side.
    Air so pure and clean,
    It entered right into my soul.
    Every breath gave me life.
    I then found myself starring into my lover's mesmerizing eyes,
    beside the Eiffel tower in the city of love.
    We swore our undying love for each other.
    as a nearby guitarist sang songs of love,
    and a small gathered crowd clapped and cheered right after I received a yes to my marriage proposal.
    I climbed mountain Everest just to relish the thrill of a moment at the top,
    far above it all, at the highest point I could possibly get from the ground.
    I threw a coin into a sun-baked fountain in the beautiful streets of Spain,
    I wished for for a life without pain.
    I danced to the indegious African drums.
    In tune with the rich, flamboyant culture and heritage, I delightfully raised my arms.
    In New York, I was blinded by the lights, streets heavily populated on a weekend.
    I was alive and connected to humanity more than ever, I prayed the feeling would not end.
    At the Sphinx and pyramids,
    I tried to picture life in ancient Eygypt.
    Great pharaohs long dead, but bodies mummified and remarkably life-like.
    What I would give to feast my eyes on Cleopatra's beauty!.
    I jumped into an icy cold river just to feel a literally freezing chill in my spine,
    I hesitated but I eventually did.
    I danced without rhythm in a loud club, simply caught up in the moment, allowing the upbeat music take control over my body, it was refreshing.
    My eyes were fixed on Alaska's bedazzling auroras dancing in the silent night sky, truly artistic.
    At Kenya, I took a front seat at observing wildlife in a safari.
    A pride of fierce, ferocious lions,
    The seven feet long neck of the giraffe,
    The Hyena's horrifying teeth,
    The circle of life.
    I spent the night at an igloo village in Switzerland, surrounded by the cold night winter snow and desolate mountains with a starry sky above,
    steep, aerial glaciers just miles away.
    In India, I danced like I was the dashing male lead in a Bollywood movie dressed in my aesthetic Sherwani clothing.
    My heart broke at the sight of damage caused by wildfire in Amazon rainforest,
    I prayed the forest would be restored.
    I found myself in Wuhan, China just to take a peep and continue my travel.
    I sand surfed in the sweltering deserts of Saudi Arabia,
    distant sand dunes looked like a work of art.

    I opened my eyes and there I was,
    back to my room.
    I was back to an unexciting routine life.
    Daydreams are only a virtual projection.
    Reality hit me hard.
    My greatest desire is to see everything.
    We all deserve to adventure.
    For now, I'm making plans.
    Will you come with me?.

    #Adventures #Daydreams #Travel #pod @writersnetwork

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    Adventures and Daydreams

    Blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventure
    -Lovelle Dranchman
    (Read the caption)
    ©kyeiii

  • sarahrachelea 30w

    From now on
    Let's turn our daydreams
    Into a sweet, sweet reality

    ©sarahrachelea

  • ani_sharma 31w

    You make me daydream

    You feel like a dream I never want to wake up from
    Your presence is a calm stream, in the middle of a storm
    Your words, they alleviate my blazing heart
    Like a bird's tweet, your voice gives my day a perfect start
    When I am with you, I lose the track of time
    And when we talk, all my words magically rhyme
    I know, our hearts are closer but our hands are far
    I wish if we could hold them and fly away to our own star
    For a moment with you, I feel I'm living in the different galaxy
    Then the rude reality shakes my head hard and I sense that these are just my daydreams and fantasies
    ©ani_sharma

  • bombshell_sohii 39w

    Daydreams

    The escape point of all the miseries
    No one to intrigue me;
    I am isolated, all by myself
    It feels so great like I can't even explain
    No one to order me
    Or make me feel like it's all my fault
    They love me for who I am
    Isn't that what we all want?
    So, I decided to be friends with my daydreams
    Cause it's the only place I can always gleam
    ©bombshell_sohii

  • varsha_thoughts 39w

    Sometimes sitting beside a window pane,
    Gazing into Oblivion,is not time wasted;
    But it's time invested ❤️

    With the sunlight on your skin it just happens to burn away the decay from within...
    ©varsha_thoughts

  • poeticfarmer 47w

    2020, is here!!! My mirakee family .
    #poetry #writer #work #poems #daydreams #dreamhard #poet

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    NEW BEGINNINGS

    I leave behind,
    A decade
    Of sky-high feelings
    Attached to the moon
    A pill of sadness
    To quell my anxiety
    A ribbon of regrets
    Tied around my hair

    I welcome,
    A decade
    Of neutral feelings
    To keep me afoot
    A pill of sadness
    Crushed in my fist
    A ribbon of regrets
    Loosened to strips
    ©poeticfarmer

  • poeticfarmer 47w

    Cheers to the new year! My mirakee family .
    #poetry #writer #work #poems #daydreams #dreamhard #poet

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    NEW BEGINNINGS

    Acid raid on,
    New year's eve
    Weathers the fear
    In my heart
    Orange begonias miraculous spring
    Gives a fresh jump
    To live regardless
    Of the garbage around

    New beginnings,
    I gladly receive you
    Because, you welcome me...
    ©poeticfarmer

  • poeticfarmer 49w

    As an ardent believer of daydreams, I also believe nothing comes from free. So, every fantasy and ideas in your head, need an extra push before it actualises.
    #poetry #writer #work #poems #daydreams #dreamhard #poet

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    DAYDREAMS

    Daydreams
    Without actions
    Inspire nothing
    But, haystacks of fantasies
    Riding on a camel's back

    Daydreams
    Without creativity
    Becomes a tale
    Rumpelstiltskin's
    Bargain with a beautiful queen.
    ©poeticfarmer

  • danaha 53w

    From then to now

    Nights turned
    Into day dreams
    And your voice hold me
    To the slightest thought.
    I let my imagination grow
    And then, you disappear.
    I was kinda getting used to being
    your stranger with common memories...
    ©danaha

  • jpgillman_poetry 54w

    *Have you ever wondered where those leftover daydreams go at the end of each day?* ▪️My November 16 submission for the @fallspoetry #novemberfalls19 writing challenge (IG) using the prompt ‘citrine’ (pale yellow)▪️
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    ▪️Original poem, ‘Leftover Daydreams’ ©️ by @jpgillman_poetry▪️Image from UIHere▪️
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    #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeapp #mirakeeworld #writersofmirakee #readwriteunite #ceesreposts #pod #nature #leftover #daydreams #evening #nighttime #secrets #citrine #yellow #moon #waitingfordawn

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    Leftover Daydreams