Notes About The Poem
April-16- 2025
Pick a Title .No 50 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
~ PLACED FIRST~
In Playground of Imagination
In strokes vigorous, I swim a river of dreams
And reach a magic citadel without seams.
This is not built in stones or brick,
But with imagination’s wonderful trick.
In silent whispers, ideas sprout and bloom
Painting colours on walls of my mind’s room
With every turn of thought, a new land of wonder is built
No storm or tempest can its structure shake or wilt.
Through verdant planes and mountains high
Like a bird on wings, I shoot up into the sky
How like a child, I play in the fields of imagination
From tormenting troubles, how it allows me a liberation
Sadly, I can’t dwell for ever in this playground of fantasy.
Sometimes reality violently shakes me out of my fallacy.
Tempestuous waves come beating against my sandy shore.
To be tossed by every passing wave is man’s lore.
All fanciful thoughts, at times, fly away like dandelion seeds,
And in the thorns of life, mind gets scarred and it bleeds.
At times I wonder, where has gone my fancy’s cool lagoon
Did it go dry in the blistering heat of summer’s horrid noon?
Laden with despair, at times, I fall crumbling on the floor.
My expedition on imagination’s wings, I am unable to restore.
In life’s course, there are times when I reach a dead end,
Leaving me to wonder, how my battered days, I can mend.
I pray, let imagination revive and fuel my soul,
With visions of beauty that makes my life whole.
When days and nights turn burdensome and long,
I fancy, hearing the lilting strains of a soulful song.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
