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Dreams

We have a love

That even time will lie down and be still for.


 

I dream of drizzling honey,

Of full houses and soft blouses,

Of fresh, warm sheets,

Of dried chrysanthemums.


 

We make love look

like a playground,

Merry-go-round spinning,

And we laugh when the rusty gears creak.


 

I will hold onto your hand

Every chance I get,

Run my fingers along

Every sharp edge and every smooth plane of your fingers,


 

I will take my headphones off

When you’re in the room,

Because I’d rather listen to you breathe,

A symphony of everything precious.


 

You will pull me away

From the things that frustrate me,

Pull me close

So I can fall into the comfort of you.


 

We’ll make our house a home,

Brimming with incandescent light,

We’ll turn every smile into laughter,

Ricocheting off the walls into our very being.


 

When it’s hard, we may fight;

For each other, and never against.

We will fix, we will catch, we will stay

And we will save each other every time.


 

When we sleep, it will be peaceful,

To the sound of each other’s heartbeats.


 

All this to say, my darling,

I dream of us in every moment.

— TheDarkKing, Jun 28, 2026

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?

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Country/Region: USA

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neopoet

neopoet

1 month 2 weeks ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2026-06]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem is built on a clear emotional throughline, and its opening couplet is its strongest moment: the image of time lying down and being still carries real weight, personifying an abstraction in a way that feels earned and unexpected. It sets a high bar.

The second stanza is the other peak. "Drizzling honey," "soft blouses," "dried chrysanthemums" work because they are specific and sensory, and they trust the reader to feel the domestic intimacy without being told what it means. The internal rhyme of "houses" and "blouses" is playful and lands lightly. This stanza shows what the poem can do when it stays concrete.

Where the poem loses some of that power is in the stretches that name feelings directly rather than rendering them. Phrases like "a symphony of everything precious" and "the comfort of you" tell the reader what to feel instead of building the sensation through image, as the chrysanthemums and the creaking merry-go-round do. The playground stanza is a good example of the stronger mode: the rusty gears creaking and the laughter give the love a texture and a flaw that make it believable. Consider whether the more abstract closing lines of several stanzas could be replaced with that kind of grounded detail.

The merry-go-round image also raises a small question worth sitting with. A spinning ride with rusty gears is vivid, but spinning can suggest dizziness or going nowhere as much as joy. If the intended feeling is happy abandon, the surrounding lines mostly carry it, but the image itself holds a faint counter-current that could be either deepened or clarified depending on intent.

The eighth stanza, beginning "When it's hard, we may fight," introduces conflict, which is a smart turn that keeps the poem from becoming uniformly sweet. The line "for each other, and never against" is a genuine idea. The triple verbs that follow—"fix," "catch," "stay," "save"—lean on familiar relationship language, and the poem might trust a single, more surprising verb to do more than four expected ones.

The ending returns to "I dream," echoing the second stanza and giving the poem a frame. That structural choice works. The phrase "All this to say" reads as slightly conversational against the heightened register elsewhere, and tightening that transition could let the final image arrive with more force.

Overall the poem knows where its tenderness lives; the next step is letting concrete images carry more of the emotional load that abstract phrasing currently handles.

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Lavender

Lavender

1 month 2 weeks ago

Dreams

I love the narrative, here.  Vows of commitment.  

I believe the third stanza, "We make love look like a playground..." is a little more predictable than the other unique stanzas. Although I understand its intent to bring playfulness into the poem, other parts of the poem achieve that, and this stanza may be just a bit too much. I'm wondering if that section should be removed and let the poem speak without it.

I'll be back after you respond.

Thank you!

Lavender

 

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