Best Imaginations Poems
Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring.
Tapping.
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
to stop them
From numbness,
to waking,
then sensing.
The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm on my piano,
I'll play.
Chilly Wind, caress my bare skin
with the pure coldness that you bring.
Unusual,
like it's my first time in the snow.
Somehow,
the fire tree never fades in the picture.
The yellow sunkissed leaves, too.
What is it about Summer and Fall
that I can't forget?
Memories. Sweet imaginations.
The chilly rain. The misty wind.
You are here.
Freeze me with the sharp coldness you give.
Calm me. Maybe, comfort me.
And, if you leave
Will you visit me when summertime comes?
Before it gets too late
And again I fold.
The black and white devil clouds,
Becomes true beauty for me.
The sweetest vioce of singing birds,
Becomes a Song for me.
The stable leaves and branches of still trees,
Becomes high flying Birds for me.
Imagination beautifully colours your life,
Like a Heaven with all great vibes.
We can survive in imagination,
We can live in imagination.
We can roar in imagination,
We can die in imagination.
We sometimes like or hate imagination,
But imaginations never comes to the end till our death.
She covets luxury so unprecedented
especially a lingerie made by a thousand hands
with sparkling diamonds out of bounds to human sight
and covers made out of a century of crafting.
He wants a green eyed Caucasian female
with typical African voluptuous curves
and an Asian radiance and rare brilliance
rendering an unthinkable level of submission.
They want a colourful and commanding job
giving a bank-staggering salary which is inversely proportional
to its official tasks and responsibilities but go hand in hand
with luxurious benefits and jaw breaking allowances.
We want a locality made up of
Australian cities, the British police and German manufacturers;
Swiss leadership, Chinese flowers and Italian designers;
French delicacies, American entertainment and the wealth of Arabia.
Thus the world of our fantasies is limitless
and the map of our imaginations is borderless and endless
even as our wishes and good life temporarily date,
we should always shake up the senses
to the realization of the actual existing world
while we pursue in all honesty, the one’s within our reach.
written on the 6th of January 2016
sponsor- Broken Wings
Hugh lived inside imaginations maze.
The fire-breathing monster marked her game.
Her lion’s head and serpent’s tail she’d raise.
While gazing in his eyes, hot breath took aim.
Each glance beyond his window was the same.
Mosaic thoughts traversed inside his brain.
No guardian from Heaven ever came.
Reality was warped by terror’s chain.
Distorted visions horrified his heart.
Colossal dreams, unwanted, took control.
And at midnight dark clouds of evil start.
Yet never could caregivers soothe his soul.
His loving wife, his angel, doctors said.
She in the garden walked and talked with him
Delirium his diagnosis read.
The outlook for his future seemed so grim.
At quiet times, his monsters liked to tread.
Chimera often came in one big blast.
His sanctuary feared not evil’s dread.
But when his doctor saw, he was aghast.
Two guardians from Heaven joined the show.
With flaming sword one struck Chimera’s face.
He flipped her on her back and struck death’s blow.
They flew away with Hugh leaving no trace.
2/16/2017
Written for Nayda Ivette Negron’s Poetry Contest: Chimera World
Notes of the butterflies
lightly lilt through the mind
as oceans songs from shells
lend music to the deaf and blind
Creating wondrous worlds
with balloon filled laughter highs
Repeating the recordings
of blue birds feathered glide
Enchanting footnotes joining
around a bonfire dance
while a prince, in a castle,
invites songs first romance
Blues becoming bluer
while pastel tunes enlighten
Refrains of ballads replay
implore the spirit lighten
Those magical compositions
from our youthful imagination
Light breaths on birdsong’s flute
aspiring whimsical aspirations
©Debra Squyres 2014
If only I could take you on a tour
To the worlds that my brain has built
And show you the lives I live
The colors I paint my walls with
The stories I draft on my brain cells
The places I travel to
And the places that I create inside it
Would you have understood me, maybe.
Mechanical Imaginations
you say, time travel, as if
we could somehow bend
all that was or ever will be -
mechanical imaginations
perhaps crying crystals
or lit aligning alchemy...
though whichever way we
would come at such ideas
we're clueless whenever it
pertains to warping waves
besides we'd be tampering
with nature and bloodlines
not to mention how our big
egos fancy us gods already
jkb
1-4-16
tides are turning
rolling over like souls in their graves
it's ok-it's ok-it's ok
just remember you're already saved
so now what are you
going to do with the rest of your day
now what have you got to say
when will you realize
with you're real eyes
WE
we ARE
we are THE CHANGE
letting go of a paralyzed
pair-a-lies that had become a range
TRUST YOURSELF
don't give up
ESCAPE FROM THE SHELF
and come take a sip from this cup
giving life a meaning as life gives a gleaming
glimpse of a deafening vision
blindly tasting the screaming from another dimension
heard here in the listening light with precision
and did i mention...
layers of learning
graced with the beauty of a life that saves
don't be afraid-don't be afraid-don't be afraid
be come the star
you saw from the start continuing to pray
for this heart inside made of clay
we are the surprise opening a prize
WE
we ARE
we are THE BRAVE
FULL OF FAITH
removing our disguise
revealing the skies inside the Suns Son
READY TO PLAY
TRUST YOURSELF
don't give up
ESCAPE FROM THE SHELF
and come take a sip from this cup
giving life a meaning as life gives a gleaming
glimpse of a deafening vision
blindly tasting the screaming from another dimension
heard here in the listening light with precision
and did i mention...
i'm coming alive to become what i never thought
i'd become withinsight inside insight within
giving them something for nothing
GOT EM'
running ducking and jumping
from this knowledge i'm pumping
out my mouth
i'm looking forward to everyone becoming
sagacious enough to keep up with
what i'm talking about
Some quiet time
no talking
no hurrying
no running
no appointments made for next milions of weeks
just sitting
taking pleasure in sitting
peace and quiet
maybe with ice tea or nice cup of hot coffee
looking at the sea
and some love...
These are the deepest ones.
Life is what , a magical picture frame,
Relations r what , decorations of d frame,
Memories r what , imprints of who came,
Desires r what , like pets we tame,
Race is fr what , wealth and fame,
Luck is what , a gambling game,
Diligence is what , trump card of d same,
Happiness is what , n asset all of us claim,
It sprouts from what , good done fr no name,
Affection is what........................... spirit of life game, essence of the claims,shades of picture frame, something worthy than name
by Michaelw1two
Inspired by Lucia Szigeti
Thought, an idea distant,
across voids of words in rhyme;
comprehension is equivalent,
to accretion in cosmic time;
feelings seed mind comparative,
in singular beings prime;
Terra incognita, they thrive
in fields of blooming thyme.
Rhythm in emotions,
disperse life's wisp across the wind;
journey in wandering slip,
carry word that beckons minds;
entice a yearn for form,
complexity in simplicity finds;
living's bridge spans life's thoughts,
this each Fate reminds.
Cusp in stars as motions cease,
éclat opens eyes once blind;
gether, vast of scope and scale,
redolent space entwined;
awakened in darkness,
visage helical, its acuity-refined;
life's poignancy poorly draped,
to it, we are consigned.
Imagination spills spirit,
on path through life's divide;
touched on by concomitant truths,
soul cannot be denied;
Lethe's myth veridical,
at heaven's gate, a thought beside;
troth spoke in verse,
reason minds, and reality collide.
Vision magnifies in belief,
words bring depth to thought;
show meanings in the deep,
cast dim, to speculation taught;
picture far distances in mind,
accept your view as bought;
think across eternity,
see words, as imagination wrought.
Jan 2010
"Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude
... whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers"
Regina McIntosh
IMAGINATIONS OF SOLITUDE
The scream, his palms unleashing Danse Macabre.
The sinister skeletons tapping digits
against the ebon glow of candelabra.
The sinister skeletons tapping digits.
Ten bore into his human brain, the echoes
of full violin’s disquieted widgets.
Ten bore into his human brain. The echoes
releasing...releasing a wing and a pray’r -
elongated shadowbrush of El Greco.
Releasing...releasing a wing and a pray’r,
those fierce flexuous hues - the Spirit of grace.
The phantasm flees - a disturbed boneyard despairs.
Those fierce flexuous hues - the Spirit of grace.
His countenance resounding to see God’s face.
1/28/2021
HEARTS UNIVERSE
SPONSOR: REGINA MCINTOSH
HMS - 11 syllables each line
Painting The Scream by Edvard Munch
Imagine it's spring
Feel the warmth on your skin
Butterflies sipping
They love to play a game they call ‘Let’s Imagine’ because they never know the things that they will do or the places they will go.
They might imagine they’re riding on a cloud…or walking among the stars…that they are sitting on the edge of a crescent moon their next stops…Jupiter and Mars.
They might imagine themselves on a pirate ship upon the ocean…standing on its deck…or speeding across the sky holding on to the back of a dragon’s neck.
It’s funny how, in their imaginations, you will always find…the pirates are good pirates…and their dragons…gentle and kind.
They might imagine themselves inside a bubble soaring high above the land…or performing in front of thousands of people as the leaders of a band.
They might imagine each raindrop is a different color…or riding with the toys on Santa’s sleigh…or a world where pizza is the only meal…served three times every day.
They might imagine they are in a field filled with ice cream, candy and cakes…where nothing ever melts and their stomachs never ache.
They might imagine they are gliding with the birds or swimming with the fishes in the sea…for they have the power to imagine themselves to be anything they want to be.
“They have such wild imaginations!”
That’s what their teachers and their parents say…
which always makes the smile…
because
they can’t imagine being any other way.
Lightening and thunder striking ruinously
Thou I'm shocked but not lost
After all I'm free from horror
Beautiful and glittering roses beckon
Thou I didn't succumb to that mystery of bad icon
Nippy raindrops roll on me while I'm roaming in a dim world
I'm frighten by emotions of fear and knot by sadness
I think I'm in a wolf land with tears rolling down the corner of my eyes
I'm mystify when I see unknown lights and I believe I'm in darkness