Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series

For so long, i have been wanting to write poems about summer. Its not really my favorite season. To be honest, i don't know which one is my favorite but winter is certainly not my favorite because fog covered grounds are only pretty when you are sad and i hate being that person (even though i am). My favorite would be the time when spring transitions into the summer. These are the poems that i have written after careful thought, observation, and listening to music that makes me feel like standing in a field of daisy with my eyes closed as cold wind in evening hits my face with music so loud and as i open my eyes, sun is going down while sea waves crashes to the foot of a cliff. This title "Daisy Summer" is something that i came up with randomly. Since i love using flowers in my work to express a certain feeling, i think there is no other flower as daisy that could represent the innocence, new beginnings, warmth in such a way. I have tried my best to paint that summer nostalgia, memories in the best way possible. This poetry series is full of nostalgia and longing for a time when life was not hard. The poems in this series are:

1. Daisy Summer: The Prologue
2. Summer Vs Spring
3. Summer Nights
4. Sky in the Puddle
5. Ice Cream Truck
6. Summer Afternoon
7. Game Nights
8. Dancing Summer: Part-I
9. Dancing Summer: Part-II
10. Stars in Summer Sky
11. Summer Storm
12. 2020 Summer
13. When Colors Returned
14. Afternoon Pain
15. Summer Morning

Fire in My Dreamland: An Epilogue

my dreams are what others chase

i have been mourning over something 

that everyone has

and everyone has a story about how it shattered

today i was confronted with a truth

that i had been ignoring for so long

it is my skills that matters the most

i love stars but maybe writing is what i was made for

Written on- February 18, 2026; 7:34pm.

This poem is part of "Fire in My Dreamland: A Poetry Series". Even though this epilogue poem was written before some of the poems i later wrote for this series, this poem still summarized the fate of mine. It ended with astronomy but found a beginning in writing. I will forever mourn that version of mine who almost had it all but time is moving forward and it won't stop for me to catch up with others. So you just have to move forward no matter how hard it gets. This thought is the only one that is driving me, otherwise i almost lost myself a year ago. 

Hanging from Shoulder

failure hangs from my shoulder

and it is too late to take my dreams back

they are now locked inside a vault

and fate hid the key inside a black hole

failure hangs from my shoulder

and my lover has long departed my shore

the one who shared the consciousness

the one who shared the dream

Written on- November 26, 2025; 8:03pm

This poem is part of "Fire in My Dreamland: A Poetry Series".