Best Creative Imagination Poems
Human ingenuity leapfrogs beyond ordinary
Buoying upon wings of intellectual curiosity
Sustaining innovation, creative imagination,
Breaking barriers once thought impenetrable,
Daring to conquer the arduous, unknown~
Resistant to understanding, inert to inquiry.
Unfathomable is force of scientific curiosity
That opened doors to discoveries, inventions:
Telescopes that explore the origin of universe,
Space flights landing on Moon and Mars,
Defying gravity, exceeding the speed of sound;
Telephones, electricity, computers, automobiles,
Untold preventive medicines, therapeutics,
Vaccines holding in check reign of pandemics,
Treatments for diseases, cure for hepatitis,
Nuclear fusion searching new source of energy
Reducing emissions to sustain life on earth.
Curiosity is the flame of wisdom, inspiration,
Lifeline for mortality pursuing life and liberty;
Promise of yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
For explicating phenomena less understood,
For guiding aspirations of cognitive intellect,
For directing journey on roads not traversed.
January 8, 2023
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
the moments of children are endless
until time intervenes
imagination filled joy claims the light of day
how small their world, and yet
how vast their kingdom
where the next thought is another minute of fun
not escaping the world
rather...living in it for all the happiness to come
free from worry or concerns
where responsibility is foreign and unknown
and play, is there to be captured
by creative imagination in their world of dreams
when the mind of a child is unafraid to explore
every thought, that freely flows, unrestrained
from the burdens of failure
a time to pass through, to be remembered when old
when we were touched by the breath of God
and called Angels
11/6/17 contest Photo Story...picture # 1
Emerald Waves crashing, lapping,
frolicking on the tranquil seashore….
I watch, I reminisce, I close my eyes…
alone, standing on a cliff!
A Buddhist temple on the sublime shore,
chimes soaring from above,
I drown myself in a tranquil reverie,
inspiring my creative imagination.
Aha, I remember my serene childhood,
remember the days when revelling
on the shore with the playful waves,
hear the blithe giggle of my little friends,
each day was a blissful experience!
I stand on this cliff,
there is no noise except the waves rising and falling,
From this height, the world seems an enormous wonder,
My whole life seems to manifest itself,
I feel like a traveller from the ancient world,
walking through the ages,
crossing seas and oceans,
hills and dales of the universe…
Am I walking for thousands of years,
In search of love, kindness,
and inner Peace!
A small kernel, a tiny seed,
drifts into a fertile mind,
floated by inspiring muse,
sometimes angry, sometimes kind.
In furrows richly watered
ideas imbed, softening;
anticipated, cracking shell,
swift burst at kernel's opening.
Pale greening shoots, sprouting branch,
vining leaves garner images,
sparkling similes, metaphors,
figurative language usage.
Minutes, hours, days may pass,
creative imagination increased;
the flower forms, then ripened fruit--
cycle complete, a poem released.
Copyright, August 10, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
NATURE’S WONDERFUL PRIZE
Beautiful flowers so vibrant and alive.
I smell your blossoms all day and night.
May your rosebud be an image of the mind while I walk through the garden tonight.
You are nature’s wonderful prize.
Beautiful flowers open your mind to the photosynthesis as the sunrises.
You surely will flourish into a spectacular landscape where your flower garden caresses and comforts.
Might you shout via your colors as I paint upon the canvas?
I will sit children amongst the tulips and daffodils so that your splendor will escape into the creative imagination.
Beautiful flowers do you feel the breeze?
You are radiant radiance and brilliance seen.
I have watched you in your growth.
As nature’s wonderful prize, you are significant.
Heaven’s sun showers your stem.
In just a short while, I will see you bloom.
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Penned on October 25, 2014 @ 1:09 a.m. EST!
Apathy’s Remedy
by Odin Roark
Some acknowledge it,
Few reject it,
Many succumb to it.
Such is the torpor
Surrounding too much of today’s pressing reality,
That adopted indifference and ennui by the masses,
Making tomorrow uninviting.
Yet…
Even as the sink hole of soul
Quivers and bellows its voracious seduction,
The echoing essence of being human
Seeks to be heard.
And…
Like Beethoven’s Ode To Joy
One’s many tomorrows to come
Can be imagined as layers of unbridled choruses
Merely waiting to be heeded and embraced.
For like the masters of creative imagination,
Eradicating such dulling of the mind
Calls upon tenacity of will,
That exquisite quality of reason
Innately inherent in all,
The quintessential detoxifier,
Whose purging exorcism
Leaves apathy struggling against its demise,
Knowing rational determination
Will make dispassion but a lexiconic reference
In the many conquests of mind.
Those who have lost vision seek definition.
Does purple have a taste?
Alas, grapes are not always palatable in purple.
Some things leave an aftertaste that can last a lifetime.
Bitterness is not majestic like magenta.
Some would say opium tastes plum crazy;
produced by pretty purple poppies.
Creative imagination needs no such simulation.
Fantasy and photography send my senses reeling;
reminiscent of a reimagined yesteryear,
when under the influence of a blue moon and red wine,
we crooned to the pain of Purple Rain.
Now I remember how purple passion tasted at twilight.
Purple is savory, like a cocktail of nostalgia,
and of love that never happened.
Photo credit: Chris Hanson
I love having a great imagination
Because it gives me the great gift of creation,
My mind is always thinking about the next thing
I can't help it due to how it all comes so natural to me just like spring,
The feeling I get when I draw or make a piece of jewelry
You feel a sense of accomplishment and nothing seems blurry,
It is all on what you clearly picture in your mind
Then when you create what you want it gives you a sign,
Like hey I'll make this or that what ever I feel is what I create
Whether it be a Poem or Sketch or a piece of my jewelry I don't hesitate,
I do it with love and all my thoughts just flowing through my hands
Once I am done I sit back and study what I created and then when I get the urge i do it again.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015: This is written about ME....
Struggling with words,
that once flowed like rivers pouring from my mind
The quiet that is, not understood
as distance between what was creative imagination
and a blank stare into space widens
Should I explore its reasons?
To find the birth of silence, walk its cobbled path
searching along its edges seeking troubled quarters
which may give light to darkness
Could that I hold a lamp above what's found
exploring in detail its shadows
in hopes of finding answers that reveal my minds distance
of what once was
the crying of my soul out in the wilderness
needing to be heard
now silent
as I lay in the darkness, to sleep
4/15/17
Might We Ever…
by Odin Roark
Fathom
The depth of agony
A genius creation goes through
The willingness to imagine
Beyond expectant physical endurance
Understand
The amount of protected experience
Folded into the visceral sharing of
Pavarotti’s nine spine-tingling high Cs
In Donizetti’s “Pour mon ame”
Fracturing listener’s anticipations
Like the shattering of glass
Amidst a lightening bolt
In bright sunlight
Believe
The arc of a leap
The airless still-life
Of a form suspended
Defying gravity
Be it Nureyev
Baryshnikov
Or David Hallberg
Or
Withstand
One’s internal turmoil
When allowing a Barber Adagio
A Beethoven 7th
A Coltrane anything
To infiltrate man’s vast network
Those nerves and synapse celebrations
We so often take for granted
How frivolous we have become
Abandoning the gift of prescience
Ability to foresee and control the next moment
That time when richness of nature’s art
Only needs its due respect
To present a stage of creative imagination
Our own magnificence
Instead
Far too often
The brush stroke of a Starry Night
The perfection of a Modigliani distortion
A Dudamel flurry of baton passion
Or the vibration of Tibetan long horns
Arresting our often-mundane focus
Goes ignored
Can we ever
Become again
The gifts
We possess
Or
Will the downward spiral
Forever bury who we once were
Who we were destined to become
How evolution meant we serve
The next cosmic event
Might we ever…
This may cause horror or consternation
Or spark your deep imagination
It may be met with fascination –
I’d be honored to die by assassination
Ghandi, Kennedy, Martin Luther King
Lincoln and John Lennon, ‘tis of Thee I sing
I want my life to be the difference
That helps us rise beyond indifference
Make peace and joy our only preference
Be the turning point for future’s reference
I’d like to be a voice for sanity,
Offer some other choice than vanity,
Speak of truth and not insanity,
And thus bring love back to humanity
If it’s any indication of my utter indignation with the madness inter-nation,
I‘d like for my narration from creative imagination to live on in syndication
I’d spread the information that increases man’s elation
And love for all creation ,thus avoiding all damnation for eternity’s duration
Yes, I’d love to be the voice for sanity
And thus bring man back to humanity
So it is -- So be it -- So I say -- So Amen
splitting atoms
head cracking chasm
hold your mentality for ransom
things done at random
like writing about dragon tattoos
done by a tattooing dragon
mad passion rad pen
creative imagination
raw skills killing rhymes so gruesome
he spoke with words
that were truly wholesome
better yet awesome
I might say that often
but writing just helps me feel
a little less lonesome
coloring out the dotted lines of poetry
like a child with a wild crayon
Chizzie,
Your magical kiss electrifies my poor soul,
it soothes my dry tongue with your salivary honey.
It satisfies my innate needs like money
earnestly sought for to meet every set goal
listed in a schedule of a lifetime's needs.
Any time I gaze at you, your beauty feeds
my creative imagination with words
that would strike any heart with a thousand swords.
Your entertaining presence is rewarding,
every nice moment of it is worth studying.
It sets my loving heart ablaze with passion,
and consigns boredom to utter extinction.
Chizzie,
When will our love be sealed with your covenant kiss?
which would guarantee us both a life of bliss?
When will my doubts be settled at the altar?
When we shall sing happily with a psalter?
Drifting along on tranquil opportunities
Embellished within the nicest ingenuities
Animating all your stanzas and verses
Giving meaning to them with so much purpose
Never holding back your promises of more
While you add creative imagination galore
Exploring your lines amongst their transition
Acknowledging their intent being my mission
Intuitive cartographic portrayed expression
Removing all of the unwanted indiscretion
Appreciating each of our distinct differences
Regardless of consequences or significance
Influenced characteristics written in script
Gliding along your mind’s many swells and dips
Returning the potential to a clear lucidity
Gracefully floating on your unwavering fluidity
Riding upon your flow of subtle illustrations
Conspicuous gallantry with trusted fixation
Emotions I feel when experiencing your words
While listen to your pieces that you record
Leaves me forever lost in your articulation
Evoking my soul, giving my undying adoration
I'm a big star and I'm burning bright, that was the first encouragement from someone on poetry soup who needs to remain nameless less his celebrity status leaks out because he's encouraging a poor broken artist like me because he used to be in that place, and I just came across this song in my records reminding me of the places I've been, the places I am in now, and the places I need to be in my future endeavors. Being unchained and free to creative your own reality, now that's really an artists living and breathing not the livelihood of spending money on excessive things. Writing your times and your minds finds in emotional turmoil is better than Prozac or Abilify or Oxicodone or whatever they push on people to numb them from the reality of the creative imagination in being real. Thanks again and in listening to BEAUTIFUL BROKEN. the song by HEART, in my tribute to your encouragement.