Best Imaginationbeautiful Poems
A late warm evening it was
Under the beautiful sky
As I lay
Whispering with the stars
A mountain of feeling
Growing inside
As the ship of fools
Watched a Lunatic
Sing with the whispering stars
Dancing to the melody
The fire flies made
Across the
blue sky walked a
Fair lady
As beautiful as one can be
With the falling stars of
That vast skies
He watched a goddess of beauty smile
When the dark blue sky froze
Upon the
Steps of fallen angel
His smile was like sunlight sparkling on water
His charisma could make the most distrustful person believe or trust him
Those promises were so genuine
Promise of beautiful home on city's edge
This was like a dream come true
Chandelier of crystal was the focal point
Of that large open front room
Beautiful cut crystal hung sparkling in sun on that afternoon
Once settled and heat came on that winter
The chandelier slowly began to drip
Drip onto that fabulous marble floor
Then soon all that was left a dirty puddle
Dirty liquid on the beautiful marble floor
Needing to be cleaned with a mop and marble cleaner
Charisma just doesn't get it
Genuine character does and always has been a winner with me.
I see her standing tall
I'm in love with HER
She is the most beautiful among all
My heart is melting with an excitement and thrill
They say I'm beautiful
But, i can't compare it to her beauty
She is amazing, she is graceful, she is wonderful
She gives me peace, she shows me loves, she does her duty
I wonder what it would be to be a flying butterfly
To stand and play around her yellow elegance
Her color shines and looks proudly at the sky
I want to be her shade to protect her from the weather influence
Her dewy petals are so sensitive
Her thorny stem plays the symphony beats
I Irrigate her with love that is affective
I filll her with all her needs
She is my love ..She is a part of me
She gives me power, without her, I lose
I want all the world to know and see
My beautiful shiny yellow rose
I want
like sonnets beckon
a love so true as fiction
investments deep in true reflection
emotional direction
I will that she will for me
as though we together share in love
a simple passive harmony.
I am a mess of things
of jumbled thoughts and misdirection
an honest soul with no momentum
stunned in the face of the universe
and she would love away the emptiness
bring to life the subtle verse
of dead poets in lively reenactment
like her to me is my Sonnet 29
and in her presence I smolder
with the intensity of her admiration
and I in bed entwined by wrist and hip
feel so baked by summer's loving sun
her warming smile, and tracing fingertips
in midday slip to comfort's siren call
and nap away the day in lull
with her and feel complete.
What a beautiful mess we'd make
all skin tones and white sheets
so beautiful would we
that the dust from my dim room
caught mid-flight in sunlight's glint would
seem to sparkle more in your presence
than the many days it spends in the solitude
of my lacking company.
But be damned if fables ever see the light
of day today in any sense,
and die all the fairy-tales
and old love true and bold
smothered by their consequence
the world is lost and gone
without the sounding of a requiem
for dreams now dead and absent.
Form:
It’s like a beautiful gorgeous woman walking on the street
You see her and for a moment you have this desire,
A desire to talk to her and get to know her.
But then you hold on to a fear of rejection
And before you know, she’s gone
And the moment of opportunity disappears.
So does the inspiration to write a poem come.
She comes as the beautiful woman on the street.
Form:
I have a huge crush,
He's damn handsome.
makes me go crazy,
with his looks and style,
I love the way he execute himself,
the way he carries himself.
"KILLER..!!",
that's the perfect word.
To describe him and my madness!
Dense dark hairs,
With those beautiful curls,
His presence enlightens my heart,
Every time I imagine.
I am getting Mad..
Each time I look at him.
Through my window,
every morning,
He rises,
Risen are my thoughts!
I wake up early,
just to see him rising,
I sleep late at night,
just to enjoy his beautiful
And bright gatherings with his mates.
His thoughts are unforgettable,
i an getting mad!
Each time i see him,
Passing in front of me with his friends.
Yeah,I am in love with him,
This love is unconditional.
With the music it plays,
with the beats he demonstrates,
"My GOD! he's a Rock star."
he plays everything i love to hear,
From sweet romantic to rap and rock,
His silence is also a beautiful feeling!
Is this description really about a guy?
Why can't this be possible?
Why can't Nature turn into a person?
I may fall for him!
Some may say it's just a ring,
and won't believe me, when i say it came from a king.
It's super shiny and made of gold,
and very valuable, so I've been told.
I wear it a lot, almost every day,
I don't want to lose it, no how, no way.
It is the greatest thing I own,
Where it really came from is unknown.
Another story i like to tell,
is that I found it at the bottom of a well.
I was looking down in the deep, dark hole,
I heard someone behind me; it was just my friend Cole.
We both looked down in the endless black,
all of a sudden i felt a great whack.
Cole had hit me square in the back,
and then i fell into pitch black.
I was falling, and I fell fast,
I took a deep breath, for I thought it was my last.
Then i hit the bottom and made a loud thud,
I was sure I was covered in layers of mud.
From the corner of my eye I saw something shine,
I had never seen anything so fine.
It was a ring, the prettiest I've seen,
I was sure it was made for a beautiful queen.
Cole threw me a rope and helped me out,
then he asked why i didn't shout.
"I hit the bottom, and it hurt so bad,
I wish i had landed on a soft, cushioned pad.
The next thing I saw was a beautiful sight,
it distracted me so much that i forgot about the flight.
Then I looked up and you threw me a rope,
it was hard to climb up, for there was no slope.
You helped me out of that big, black hole,
and so I thank you, my good friend, Cole.
But now it is time to go home and rest,
and lay down in my bed, my cozy nest".
We said goodbye and then we split,
I went home and cleaned up a bit.
When I was done i went to my room,
and swept the floor with my big broom.
I finished cleaning and found a nice spot,
for hiding the ring, I liked it a lot.
Now it is hidden in a great big mess,
but the next time I clean, it will be less.
I'm not quite sure where the ring went,
but I'll find it again, with my time well spent.
This is a poem about a ring,
That I found in the well, in the middle of spring.
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