Best Imaginationlife Poems
Butterflies
Clouds passing away swiftly.
Like the desert sand.
Laying peaceful on the ground.
Seeing the worlds silent stand.
Breathing faintly with no sound.
While my life slips back into Gods hands.
Counting each beat from my heart.
Leaving behind this shallow land.
Taking one last glimpse in my eye.
Something came to carry me away.
Without giving me a chance to say goodbye.
Not wanting a reason to stay.
Gliding away into the blue sky.
Fully departed from my body where I lay.
My life in front of me revealed.
Blessing all those days I would pray.
God protecting me with his shield.
Kept his promise to take me back one day.
Now I am back where I belong.
Pass the horizon of the ocean sky.
Living among the butterflies.
Reunited with my love ones.
Who where also carried by butterflies.
For you I will wait beyond the sun.
Somewhere deep inside the skies.
When your life on earth is done.
You will also be carried by butterflies.
If for some reason you are carried of by bats.
It is your own fault.
You will be put in a dark cave with the rats.
All alone locked in your own vault.
I.T.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
~MyTOPIA~
A sip of tea in my Magic Cup.
A fancy bowl for my little pup.
Faraway from a world corrupt.
I found reason and meaning to reconstruct.
By day I live under the perfect sun.
I relive a life where unhappiness~ is undone.
From the time I opened this door my life slowly begun.
I unlocked the purpose that unites us* all as one*
By night I isolate my dreams in my log cabin.
A pillow case made of, worry free feeling of satin.
My harmony keeps me from thoughts so devil-in.
My moon shines in the river with beautiful waves of medieval Latin.
My island based entirely on reason, of insanity hassle.
A sweet paradise entwined by the meshed flower tassel.
My own fantasy surrounded by a flawless pharrell castle.
Governed by my own golden state temple Utopian idea vassal.
by;p.d.
A wildflower stands erect
Soaking in rays of radiance
As the bees and townsfolk buzz
And the wind sways in a slow dance
Contentment is where she stands
Until she spots something missing
Among all the townsfolk talk
She was bound to start listening
Was in the clouds but now on land
Leans in to get a better view
A life involved with others
But she doesn't know what to do
Clueless but curious
Tries to start a conversation
In search of a smile
Doesn't find it in rejection
Caring but cautious
Hoping to look approachable
In search of a word
Doesn't happen when you're invisible
Confused and crushed
World doesn't make much sense
In search of a friend
Everything is better in ignorance
Laughter among all but her
She hides her eyes in sorrow
A life void of others
No hope for tomorrow
Disappointment is where she stands
Teased by something she can't have
Alone among a crowded crowd
Her heart wounded by lonesome's stab
A wildflower builds a wall
Unsure if she can be saved
Brick by brick is stacked
Her own prison's being paved
May 2010
If olny life were as simple as a fairytale,
we could see what we wanted to happen,
not just simply hopes and thoughts in our head.
Evil would evade from all worries and fears,
"worry" would disappear from the English dictionary and vocabulary altogether.
Stress would cease to exist.
Wrong choices wouldn't be followed by consequences,
and every choice would be followed with positive reactions.
Laughing would be part of our daily routine,
and one would always smile,
even if it's the hardest thing to do in the moment.
With the flick of a wand,
our troubles would vanish,
and a few taps with our ruby slippers
would send us in the right direction.
Every future would have it's own happy ending,
if only life were as simple as a fairytale.
From the desktop of my life ,
I deleted Pain,
so that nobody could
restore it again.
From the canvas of my life,
I wiped away Sorrow,
so that I could get
a joyful tomorrow.
From the diary of my life,
I erased all my Grief
and sent them
on a long leave.
Seeing this,Poetry asked,
"Why should I stay with you then?"
So I restored Pain,painted Sorrow
and scribbled Grief in my life again.
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Watching myself from behind
Chasing words on the front
Dieing on the the rear
But my life is going along
Shots of death inside
Life escaped outside
I wonder where we would have
been
If we chose our paths w/out a
bend
Boring life the straightest road
Midnight holds the great
unknown
. Half-a-Life
Approaching the first sign of hell.
An instrument of the baby tell.
I receive the blood in a Limbo womb .
An embryo conceived from a cell.
A set life waiting to bloom.
9 months to be stuck inside of a shell.
The first pain of labor revels my doom.
I exit to another Half Life to roam and dwell.
I vanished all excitement in the waiting room.
Abused in my first moment, just to here me yell.
My lungs full of life entering my second tomb.
Yelling my guts to an evil smell.
The smell of entering the Gates of Hell.
By:P.D.
A.W. Nutter
Condemning chants from the crowd
Final resting place growing nearer
Death envelopes, in a dark shroud
Plunging toward the final chapter
Weight of the rough hewn wood
More than a young soul can bear
To many voices, so misunderstood
The sins of the father, mine to fear
Sons and daughters, of the damned
Anxiously awaiting, my crucifixion
Taste for a new soul being fanned
As the priest offers the benediction
Hand forced open, exposing the palm
Three nails, retribution for imagined sin
Tearfully reciting the twenty-third psalm
Screaming as the metal pierces the skin
The holy trinity watching from above
Turn a deaf ear, refusing to intervene
Ignoring the prayers from the dove
As out of control this life careens
Hanging on a cross, life upside down
Suffering through life and eternity my fate
To another hell, a maligned soul is bound
Haunted by memories, devoured by hate
Lonely soldiers, far from home, fighting for a way of life that is the only way they
have
known. Maybe it is wrong but it is wrong to their thinking to have others push their
ideals
into a life that is not your own. The young soldiers will fight for their freedoms to the
death...
Solid granite stone, bear above the ground, marking a spot along the wire road that
will
become a place called The Rock, Georgia. A little known battle raged there in the
civil war.
The soldiers decided their freedom had to be now, love beckoned the boys to their
homes
and sweethearts. Their lives ended at The Rock, execution style, fighting to go
home.
Abandoning their arms, to return to home and the ones who mattered most. War
has their
blood spread on The rock, and six simple unmarked graves along the road,
forgotten...
Ideals lost, lives lost, love lost, forgotten graves of earth, in the shade of the oak
tree.
This is about CSA graves at The Rock, Ga, that is all that is real, the rest is fiction.
If i was made god of heavens
There would have no such difficulties
Which exist presently
And make life a mere possibility
If such thing has happened
No two lovers were to be separated
As one would meet the one an only
Which was written, consciously.
Every life was to be treated equally
Which would travel undeviated
But necessarily to be authenticated
As everyone have a unique destiny.
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What life...
What life from the sea...
What life from the sea, has a right?
What life from the sea has a right to live with me?
Shall I jump in and the noble fish that swim to me, be my noble friends?
Do we romp and play in the waves, and act like friends?
Do I now let them in to play?
Do I except them?
Be freinds?
Maybe...
I should select one.
Or fish, cast out a deep sea pole.
Catch them just one at a time, only now keep the best.
Play God, and decide which one to devour at the dinner table this day?
Which do I let go to romp in the waves with me?
Do I have the right to be that...
Do I have the right...
The right?
To be...
Do I have the right...
Do I have the right to be that...
Do I have the right to be that presumptuous?
What presumptous right would make me think I could do as I darn well please?
What presumptuous right do I have to be that?
Cast out a net, catch a whole school?
Place them, set my needs?
No rights?
What Earth?
What on Earth can have...
What on Earth can have the power?
What on Earth can have the power, one over the next?
The mighty lion, shall he reign over Earthly creatures, choose ones to slaugter?
The elephant his magnificent size, shall reign?
Man, with all his intelligence...
Look what his knowledge...
Has done?
This is a style I came up with, I call it "The Arrow Takedown", by Judy A. Riley
Rules; build a story to a point, bring it back down to blend to the next verse. The Arrow
counts are Four Arrows, Syllible count on each arrow stanza is 2,5,8,12,18,12,8,5,2. The
poem must have a beginning and an end conclusion. Hope you like this, Thanks Judy Riley
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I was enchanted by those who sung… they who sing
Like sylphs, like sirens… unearthly yet encompassing
Did I remember being at home, behind a closed door?
Or is it a dream I slumbered into for a time to recall?
An hour less before midnight for an hour more before daylight
Yet of thirteen bears the time I see for my hourly need to hide
A truth perhaps far from disbelieve is all I’m left to see
Yet… the mysterious voices promises me for what couldn’t be
Like gravity… flowing without control, without life own
Like a design for quivering quivers to the shivering unknown
And blinded of numbered time, I allow myself this moment
This moment when love isn’t at all to matter even
Timeless became my life, sinking into the voices of the unholy
Knowing an answer I seek no more from a world reasonably
Almost a subtle caress to have perhaps felt their touch
Flirting with me, toying with my soul a little too much
Have they not to bring solace… I wouldn’t have believe
Have they not voices as intriguing… if I can simply leave?
And they sung ever on… evermore, forever to be
Giving me a shade of another world unimaginable to see
Perhaps nothing more from my real world I need hear
Compassion for another… A self I need no longer dear
Entice yet… I hear the aria softening away for another
Branding into my mind till possibly shall life departs me forever
For when it came, it belongs an utterly voice to articulate
A much deeper sounding of another language to translate
And unheard of were the words spoken in today’s tongue
Yet heard were the words I somehow understood to have undone
However all has come to pass, darkness returns with a familiar door
Delivering me from my moment for another moment to recall
An awakening for a darker side or a lighter side of life awaited
I cannot know with my deliverance kept at bay of time presented
And no sooner than I realize am I back in my room once more
Gifted of words is all but all to reside from an ever before
A life is over without a sign,
No one knows whether it was your or mine,
Not even the eyes can see when they closed,
although the sun comes to a halt after one best shine.
A hand is up in a hope of keep breathing,
But lips and nose are adamant for denying this meeting,
A fight is on for the life of life,
Yet searching a break for the ultimate relieving.
My eyes are eager to close but the picture is in front,
My ears hope to end in sweet note but the words are blunt
The pain reached a limit where further increase is irrelevant,
My soul finally got the signal for a new hunt.
I am going down deeper under the ground,
A silent atmosphere is producing a melancholy sound,
Heart beat slowing down following the friction,
No rules and relations are there to be found.
The music is on in a mute mode
My soul and its receiver is talking in their code,
Everything is on time then why I am still alive,
Does somebody even want my body to get corrode.
No,I am still breathing because of your promise to be alive,
My eyes are still open because of your love for my life,
I had given it to you when we started loving and we flee,
That’s why my life is over my death like An island in a sea
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My life hangs in the balance,
I am living day by day,I
often think of ending it cause
I feel it's the only way.
I've taken pills a couple times
but not enough to die,then
I sit and think I should,
and all I do is cry.
I know I need to get some
help but always get scared
and run,but if I don't do something
soon,I know my life is done.
The time has come to face
my fears,I know it will
bring many tears.
With the Lord beside me all
the way,maybe tomorrow
will be a better day.
If I can't find the courage
inside of me,I will take
enough pills to set me free.
Colleen Marie Bono
I gave her 1 wish and 1 wish only
I gave her what her heart desired
Look at her walking like she has theme music playing
carrying her gucci bag with her prada shoes on
looking for a man to buy her love
she needs a rich man like a drug
her lexus speeding threw the red lights
rules dont apply in her life
married man divorced man it doesnt matter
with who ever the money comes faster
diamonds pearls trips to paris
theres a price to be paid money chaser
with all the sex lies and lavish life
tonight you will pay the price
nothing in life is free material girl
so I will take what matters with just few words
NO GLITZ NO GLAMOUR NO PRETTY FACE ALL THINGS YOU HAD WILL BE ERASED
now your just like everyone else
later they found her hanging from a shelf
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