Best Imaginary Place Poems
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In the world of two dimensions
There is discord and dissension
About what exists beyond
The known space of which they’re fond
Some claim that’s it - just what they see
What else could there possibly be
Imagine more and you’re a dreamer
Or a superstitious schemer
You’d control the population
Giving fear of a damnation
In imaginary place
A third dimensionary space
Then there’s those who by chance bump
Into a strange Z Axis stump
Find themselves in unknown state
Exhilarated yet distrait
In their transcendental epiphany
Seen by others with antipathy
And regarded as unstable
Given psychiatric label
Yet others of more simple view
See their world as one way true
They’re the ones regarded dim
Branded ‘strait liners’ for their sin
So let’s congratulate ourselves
There’s no need to further delve
We know it all - every dimension
It’s all settled no contention
A lifetime it seems
I’ve sailed towards freedom
But only in my dreams
Does it ever really come.
Stranded in this place
Like a ship on a reef
Held fast in the embrace
Of heartache and grief.
Unable to pull free
From its iron tight grip
Trapped in the misery
Of my now sinking ship
Desperation and anguish
Washes over my face
My hope starts to languish
On my voyage to this Imaginary place.
I’m a mariner who’s out of sort
Traversing this turbulent sea
Searching for the nearest port
Where I can finally be free.
Physical suffering, too many,
Afflicted by physical diseases and pains,
Inconceivable that nothing can be done,
Never-Never Land; an imaginary place without diseases and pains, could that be?
Serenity; quiet the mind, body, soul, guide me Dear Lord, free me of disease and pain.
I awoke this morning missing you as is so often the case.
I try and fight it back but always think how much easier it would be to wake with
you...
I see you in passing from time to time and although I treasure each moment to gaze
upon you I Know as soon as its done this Missing will set in again.
I often go to the imaginary place where we are together yesterday, now, tomorrow
and that helps me but today help it does not Iam still missing you.
Two halfs of a whole we are you know and that half that you posses is my spirt my
heart and my soul.
I will continue on because thats all their is and wait for my other half to walk by to
be completed for a few mere seconds for its so much more then most will ever know
it's not alot but will have to do.
But for right now I will just go on missing you...
To Be a Child Again by Kenny Davis
I see the children of today
Their smiles take me away
To my times as a child
And the games that I would play
To be a child again
Means to be taken to an imaginary place
Where a box could be a house or race car
Or a ship in outer space
To be a child again
Means Mother is God in my eyes
My father is like my hero
Like Superman in the skies
To be a child again
There are many times, I would smile from ear to ear
I would jump into my parent’s loving arms
With nothing left to fear
To be a child again
Full of bedtime stories and fairy tales
Whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk
Or Jack and Jill with their water pails
To be a child again
My life filled with Mother Goose
The tails of Humpty Dumpty
And Green Eggs and Ham from Dr. Seuss
Now that I have grown
I recall my times as a child
So young, so innocent
So reckless and wild
To be a child again
My parents would wipe away every tear
It is all of those tender moments as a child
That I will always hold dear
© June 2009 k.davis
Dreaming
“Dreamlike”, I slipped deeper into an “imaginary” place -
A strange, silent, brooding, “surreal” castle,
Built into the side of a mountain in a land of perpetual snows,
And lighted only by “hazy”, flickering torches.
Deep into the “shadowy”, towering nimbus of
Doubt, depression, despair,
That dogged my every step.
Floating in “unreal” picture frames,
I travelled “trancelike” in search of Taktsang,
And the Tiger’s Nest,
Where I was told serenity and happiness abide.
Later, awakening to the sound of prayer wheels,
The sun had crested.
A shaven, monk in a saffron, “ethereal” robe,
Who has nothing, but has no need of anything,
Presented me with a chalice of fragrant tea
Infused with peace, that transfigured my soul.
May 28, 2021
Contest: Writing Prompt – Dreamlike – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Bellowed meek presence, Surpassed adolescence
Of wanting the imaginable, Realization was the inhabitable
For did I not love myself enough, To seek what was the dream of
An imaginary place, My love cried for empty my space
Unsound love, In momentary pleasure thereof
It never did penetrate, Though womb like fate
Pleasure came pleasure left, G-spot repressed
Bought back to life at the same time, Empty stood the vessel mime
Enacted muse, A wanting give to lose
09/12/2016
A magical veil exists of dreams
That builds a hearts great desire
All wishes come true it seems
Where great love always aspires
Where fairytales can be seen
An imaginary place wishes want
Not light nor dark it's in between
Where colors are most vibrant
On those horizons I reach for you
Wishing I could pull you so close
Dark skies caress those of blue
Alas our lost love always echos
This place where night kisses light
Above on heavens gentle breezes
It's there that your still in sight
Memory of you still gently teases
“I dwell on endless possibilities.”
~ Lailah Gifty Akita
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Play merrily in the sun’s soft light
In unbroken hues of tender insight
Listen to the whisper of stardust
Beckoning from an eternal faith gust
Breathe joy from the twinkle in an eye
Singing endless affection that you can’t deny
Caress the spirit of a butterfly in flight
Inspiring boundless words that so excite
Paint the heart with compassion and hope
Infinite moments that help you to always cope
Silence every fear with a promise of tranquility
Bring the everlasting into sight with true humility
Gentle every smile with a feeling of benevolence
Limitless kindness that guarantees prevalence
Swim the oceans of mystery and melodious love
The bottomless sea flowing from heaven above
Laugh at the imaginary place your heart goes
As forever writes you pretty muses to compose
Always know that my heart and soul are alive
Welcoming the thoughts of elation which thrive
When you look to the dewdrop or taste the rain
Know these perpetually lead me to a place without pain
Brighten your spirit with feelings of true gratitude
Today and evermore my thankfulness will conclude
Writing Prompt - Endless - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
June 6, 2021
The black mess of a heart that was
is filled with incompetent flaws
ablaze with memories so sweet
now doused with a soul incomplete
A face so bleak the features seem inept to it's face
a mind wandering to many an imaginary place
a limp body not affiliated in any way to the mind
because in this black mess of a heart the good is yours to find...
"mathew" 6: 9-11
“our father in heaven”
(ode to the man who has children,
sitting around in an imaginary
place envied by other members
of the brainwashed)
“hallowed be your name”
(the sheep that baaaaa in unison
believe that there is a sound made
by all the simultaneous crying in
desperation which has then been
construed as a “name” then given
to the imaginary listener in said
imaginary place)
“your kingdom come”
(evidently, this wondrous trailer
park in the sky is something that is
supposed to be open to anyone sad
enough to submit their will to the pool
of simultaneous sheep baaaaa-ing away
at the wall in hopes that the imaginary
listener in this imaginary place will
say something back)
“your will be done”
(those committed to baaaaa-ing & to the
spread of this act of yelling to the sky in
hopes that said imaginary listener in said
imaginary trailer park will say something
back, wrote a lot of their babbling fiction
down & apparently there is where the aspiring
brainwashed can find the how-to-manual
for walking on four legs, growing a thick
coat of bustling hair & chewing grass)
“on earth as it is in heaven”
(and once you drink the kool-aid, there is
no going back---according to the sheep
gazing at the stars, baaaaa-ing in unison,
hoping for the trailer park in the sky
where they can continue to baaaaa
together, grow their coats together &
chew grass together obliviously)
“give us this day our daily bread”
(baaaaa-ing loud enough at the sky is
supposed to bring 3 square meals back to
the sheep who have done so, because
after having created an imaginary listener
in an imaginary trailer park (there for the
explicit console of the private grievances of
said sheep baaaaa-ing), it is felt that not
only will it act as a sort of armchair
psychologist, but it will also provide
sustenance when said sheep cannot or
will not get it for themselves)
Write Until You Drop Dead
Why does one equate logic for fear
Never relent in ever giving up on the fight
One hand to hold a heart to mend
I treasured a red rose from a parted friend
Look into the eye of the storm
Cause mamma that's where all the fun is
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Love's duration in creating a rhyme
Like a little child playing in the sand box
We each drift off to are imaginary place
Far from the notion of thought that leads to death
I must confess that the heart is deceitful who can know it
Write until you drop dead
There is a funeral in my head
The procession is out the door
Lest I implore another place to score
We have come this far not to turn back now
No use looking back at the plough
The madness of Van Gogh cutting off his ear
Poe in the middle of the street in a drunken stupor
Cobain as he help the microphone on stage
There's an evil rage against the machine evil scheme
Faces in the window with storms in the night
Never relent to ever give up on the fight
Words
I love you
I miss you
You’re my everything
Forever
Let me hold you
Just words
Manipulators to the innocent
These words lead to an imaginary place
My words are here to spit in your face.
Show yourself
Your true colors
I’m sorry?
Don’t apologize to me
Get down on your freakin' knees
NOW let’s hear your plea
Sounds like you’ve said that before
Looks like you don’t know what to do
Your lips are curling
Your lies unfurling
Your eyes are empty
This bullcrap’s supposed to fool me??
Words.
It was an accident
Words!
I don’t remember it
Words!
You think I’m crazy?!
Words!!
I said I’m sorry!!!
You’re ignorance disgusts me
You’re persistence means nothing
Your words are empty
Your face is falling
Your hands are shaking
Your lies unfurling
Today’s proved upsetting
Go drown in your sorrows
I’ll be dAMned if I let you also ruin my tomorrow
Words?
You want words?
Try this on for size
I’m leaving you
Now let me SHOW you goodbye
The blue place is an Island
That’s not on the map
Most people just appear
Then seems to blend in with
The natives that lives here,
Most of them have light
Blue piercing eyes
That seem to stare through your soul
And shades of blue hair in
Different tones, light, medium and dark
just like the color of clothes they wear
There are no cars
Just car size blue bubbles
That’s their way of getting around
The sweet death of peace
I tried to run away from guns
I tried to dream away from screams
i tried to walk and tried to talk]
but no one hears my silent tears
i tried to call for someone's help
i tried to ease the pain i feel
but no one did offer a hand
No one wanted that i should stand
i hate the world who never listened to me
Until my last breathe, or until eternity
Hope is a single chance
that a world of war never demands
peace is gone and death is everywhere
morning is nothing but an imaginary place somewhere
So let this be the world's tragic ending
And life after death be the new beginning.