Here Is A Poem About Love

[jonathan23]

Dreaming of You

You are a dream,
something that I like to think about,
something that never leaves me.
You fit perfectly into my thoughts,
making me happy.
As I sit there dreaming by the swing,
everyone else is asleep.
The perfect time to think,
a restless day so far,
no end in sight.
I imagine myself floating,
I can see over the chalky grey clouds,
I can see below the clear Atlantic,
as I fly through the night time sky.
I keep looking for your pretty face,
a face so clear,
a face so good,
a face that I know.
As the dark calming air breezes by,
I look over,
but I cannot find you,
always out of my reach,
among the bright yellow shooting stars,
bouncing from cloud to cloud.
Eager to take a chance,
The air burns cold as I brace myself.
My vision ends near,
my eyes turn foggy,
I look astray.
I cannot find you.
Finally waking up unsatisfied,
with the world on top of me.
I take a moment to think.
Reflecting on life,
Stretching my body,
feeling the same dying pain.
Nothing is good without you.
Tiredness creeps again,
I resist but fall asleep.
I fall into the soft pillows atop.
A perfect place,
a perfect world.
The horizon beaming brightly.
Taking another chance,
dreaming of you,
I close my eyes.
Cozy in bed,
smiling because of you.
My bright yellow star in the milky night,
The only bright spot in the night.
Will I ever hold you right?
Will I ever see you?
Will I ever be happy?
Yes I will,
because I have you by my side.

P.S: How do you post a poem on the main page

[ktd222]

Ah! This poem seems less about “love” and more about the self. An infatuation on dreaming that depends on no resolution and more on illusion. From this point of view I like the poem. I know you reply “yes” to all the questions asked at the bottom of this poem, but truthfully, I hope you never catch your dream. Then will this dream be a place of escape for you, anymore?

[MonicaGabriella]

I agree with ktd222. Really, I just don't think you should call this poem 'about love'... You talk about yourself and yaour dream too much and none of the verse seem to be about love. Wanna know what I think after I read this? I think you (well, the writer) had a certain idea about love and you'd rather dream about it and live inside it so as not to ruin you idea, because you're too scared of reality, that might ruin your idea of love, somehow... Really, it's not about love...

[downing]

jonathan23, I really liked your poem. It's very malancholy and full of that ''dying pain''. I think that the poem IS about love. A very good poem. I like how you chose the swing as the place of your day dreaming. That made me recall Fragonard's ''Swing''-great painting. And the image of the lover floating under the ''chalky grey clouds'', seeing below the Atlantic is absolutely great. I do understand your feelings.
Keep on writing. You're good!