Best Imaginationworld Poems
I stumbled upon a Genie's glass
Along the shore, it glittered bright
It caught my eye, I dug the sand
And held this magic in my hand
I rubbed it clean, to my delight
The Genie spoke and granted me
Such golden wishes, not two...but three
Offering wealth, or fame or riches grand
But within the power given me
I'd choose to break free from my shell
Where childhood imagination would not fail
And if the sky were clear enough
And the water still enough
Then, that is where wish two begins...
If I could step right out of my skin
To sometimes be old....or young again
Then I could see the world outside
Through someone's older or younger eyes
And understand a different sky
The last wish that has been granted me
Would be to erase all negativity
To see the world a peaceful place
Like looking through the Genie's glass
Where skies are free from war and gain
And rain or sun comes free of pain
These would be wishes I would ask
If I were to find the Genie's glass
Between the earth and clouds above
Aloft on lifting breeze
Exists the world of happiness
It’s where you find your dreams
Day or night, in light or dark
It matters not, just try
Imagine now a world of thought
If you would close your eyes
Relax your mind, so it can breathe
Let your heart and mind combine
I’ll meet you there, where dreams unite
Even now, if so inclined
Or else, at any other time
Your dreams permit me chance
I’ll find you there, among the clouds
And there we two will dance
As our world lies in havoc
she waits deep in the inticingly
dark forest
she glances upon us
though to her we are but a
bleak glimmer of misery on the
horizon
our world begins to crumble
our oceans dry and turn to
puddles
and the earth cracks and
begins to break away below
our feet
and as we starve
she picks ripe succulent fruits
from lush strong vines
she plunges her teeth through
the skin
and flavorful juices roll down
her tongue
she runs and plays throughout
the forest and skips through
rolling streams
and the sound of her wet feet
slapping on rocks echo's
through the woods
she cherishes every thing in
her world
while the brutal few still in ours
ravage what is left of it
they victimize the weak and
weary
for them to survive is to fight
is to kill
while the weaker waste away
or survive by taking from the
corpses that litter the earth
burned crisp by the seering sun
but she sings enchantingly
through the black mass of thick
trees
and dances elegantly with fire
flies
for years she watches us with
little intrest
until one intensely dark night
she looks upon our world and
thinks this could be a sad
shame
but she never feels sadness
and she knows that everything
happens for a reason.
The month of February, ever since I can recall, is
known by most to celebrate Black History and all,
but every single year I always ponder, not to front,
just why our peoples' histories possess the shortest
month.
See if I ruled a perfect world I also shall declare, that
BHM, Black History Month extends to half the year,
with 1 month on and 1 month off I think that would be
fair, I'd also lock my hair inside a perfect world I
swear.
Now since I'd be the ruler making up new laws and
such, commit a crime against a child? I'd sew their
eyeballs shut,
and throw them in a tranny prison, worth the while or
what, with dudes I pray who'd make a birth canal
from out their butt.
I'd rule the world with iron fist my justice swift and
fair, when someone doesn't care someone will lift
them in the air
by ev'ry folicle of hair cause Lewisville is on a roll, in
fact forget the prisons dump these serpents in a
hole.
Stupidity not tolerated by a boy or girl, that's just the
way I'd do it if it were a perfect world,
and all drugs would be legal ev'ryday I'd bet that
quick, in Lewisville we'd grip a non-existent deficit.
There wouldn't be a homeless person anywhere in
sight, it'd be so safe to go and travel anywhere at
night,
cause crime also's not tolerated in or out of place,
forget the diggin ditches shoot these fools to outer
space.
I'd reach the people ev'ryday I'm sure you would
relate, there'd be no chance of rape just food and
drink with ev'ry plate,
my nation would be touted on this planet as a great,
no chicken wings and fries we'd dine on rice pilaf
and steak.
A young Barack Obama running things with my
Michelle, for criminals of Lewisville a fate designed
in H31l,
or worse if I prevailed it's just a thought so let it twirl,
around your head it'd happen, living in my perfect
world.
Mind plays itself shuffling with words thereby -
Imaginations are much creative, justifying realistic;
Heart often cries - instead tears falling from sky
A smile often brings the daylight, justifying happiness naturalistic.
She plays by his garden of roses and dances along with the jonquils -
Her voice! Is often likened along with the birds sung…
Yet when she abhors his feelings -
He often resembles with the world of iniquities
Along with the bright sky that provoked darkness.
He then makes a life out of grief
And thinks as the earth is no more as it is –
He imagines the birds to fly with him
And the clouds to give shelter –
He imagines the rain to pour with tears
And the blue roses to bosom in winter –
He imagines the ocean not so vast
And swim with the world within it –
He imagines the mountains not so high
And climbs along desperately to his last breath.
He then faces a journey that’s seen differently
People around him but he expects himself to be lonely –
He then counts the number of days with no more distress
And writes down everything with all oneiric images.
No one in this world is better then anyone else/
If you think you are ?
Your in for a very rude awakening !
The vicious very often bite with long fang's for teeth/
Scattered thought's torn amidst..,
A broken world
As a lone social outcast..,
Explores their social opportunities..,
Although for now bankrupt !
They often will make your insides very nervous/
Having sharpened fangs for teeth !
Stretched out on a blue plate of fries..,
Still will live in a whole mess of shallow lies/
Procrastination,
Amidst a broken fallen culture of existentialistic radical's !
Fake Freeks From Hell !
They often long to ponder a way of escape;
Amidst a holy emblem that's torn !
Darkened portal with bilnd ambition,
Never bothering to help you or anyone else/
Creating quite a bit of havoc !
Still from the vile pit of their accuser's !
Eyes with a silver lining having a portal of fear/
Tormented !
In the eternal flames of darkness !
A lone hobbit long's to be happy !
Imprisoned by various deceptive fragmentation's
Emmersed with lone variations of vile imagery/
Softened hearts' beating as one unit/
Once filled with fear..,
Yet don't ever dispare !
Tiger Woods thought he was entitled !
Yet to his great surprise/
He had to take his Tiger out and put it in the woods/
After all his poor wife had to suffer.,
With all of his false allegations.,
I don't know about Tiger ?
Still I'm fearfully and wonderfully made !
Now go forth young man and be brave...
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from blithe and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow - echoed
Yeah - mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a human
- Not a perfect being but changes must be done
Fairy be a woman...
Scouring for eccentric discrepant realm
Where mistakes are the supreme pedagogue
And where perfection is " out of the question "
Where warmth and adulation is a must
And where ceding and relinquishing is a Crime
Where creeds and dogmas is Supernal
And where gluttony and lust is Buncombes
Where food and water is an exigency
And where world is ruled by CROCODILES...
" two worlds so different ...yet a fairy wants to glide over the world of HUMANS "
I wish i had been born to you
I truly wish i had!
The only dream i want come true
is to see this wish sail safely through
Eternal seas harbouring endless decades
my destiny i seek enduring dismays...
I donot wish this wish , to be granted
with a magical wand...in a swish!
Nor to make this wish , my wish
on a falling star! that's not destined too far!
I place my wish in the hands of time
To dissolve,disperse...be infinitely mine
This wish! my wish..it roots from within
its the soul of the soul...the soul therein,
thats older than old,deeper than deep
the lancet to another world....from where
this wish does peep!Beyond the mortal memory
beyond the world that sleeps......
The harvest of duality,intuition tends to reap!
My father!.....my father he is!!
i know it as i feel it...i feel it as it is!
i belong to him, i am his child
let the karmic node be pointer, midheaven decide
If authorities of science and law must resist....
it only strengthens the theory,
A Parallel world exists!
Ah, Jake, my words give fancy
to inquire if thou dost agree,
that the sum of poets
in the humore of worlds
give glint to the eye of thee
'Tis true,
'all the world is a stage'
that you have with deft implied,
If all the world were humorists
we would smile with none denied
Ah, Jake, with that smile and glint,
What kind of humore are you reading?
LOL
Form:
It's the world that breaks apart from all else.
Happiness has yet to be and invention,
New to anything and everything but itself.
Filled with fresh soil and old collection,
Of ideas passed around throughout ages.
Although never on this ever-so-new land.
Invention starts here in ice, stone cages.
Holding back and chewing at the hand.
Of one man lost in thought for more.
Love does not linger in the air, yet.
The need for survival is the very core.
Even in stone nothing has been set.
It's a world that breaks apart from all else,
Ice trapping thought that no one has yet felt.
Every morning when I wake,
I cannot wait to see it rise,
Just to catch a glimpse of what's
reflected,
From within your eyes ...
As I stand to feel the warmth,
I somehow hear you in a breeze,
Talking to me through the flowers that are
towered by the trees...
So I take the deepest breath and try,
To hold you deep within,
While I pray to keep the best inside,
But worse back to the wind...
It's your pulse I feel so turbulent,
And your tears within the rain,
That preceed a storm the world is meant,
Not to answer or explain...
Even half a world away,
Our souls conspire to connect,
As we glide upon the wings,
Within the butterfly effect...
In the night, the world is silent
Joyous dreams fill our sleep
Nothing worldly can touch us
Invincibility is our cloak
My best ideas born of sleep
My dream world is my canvas
On which I record my ideas
And bring to life
What could not be done
In the world that holds me
But cannot keep me in sleep
Dreams are masterpieces
To neglect them
Would be a crime
The waves consume our feet,
As we feel,
Perfume of the sand
The moon make smirks look like smiles.
As it shines down on our faces.
Night makes things more fictional,
Like were writing our own story.
And when you have nothing to lose,
Anything is now possible.
We will eventually lose our way.
From our dreams,
Fantasies,
Reality.
But when you go to another world life seems more reasonable.
Love is more likely.
And the hollowest of hearts are always filled.
I seem to lose myself a lot.
In the new found world of mine.
I think I might go back later.
This time I'm not going to share.
one fine morning
I arouse and found
myself in a new world
of love and art.
A world were there was
smile on every face.
a life sound and satisfied.
I thanked God for his benediction
and wandered on its flat surface
with, joy and freedom.
Here there was no crime
and no punishment
but an honest love
for every human.
Here lived Men and women
together without any
lust or any scare.And there
was in its every corner
spark of Life and flux of glee.
But alas! my sleep
was broken and once
again I found myself
in the world of mystery.
the world is made up in trial and error,death and horror
compassion and love.depression lives within us,
sadness takes tolls in peoples lives.
they say there's only one life to live.is there or is it
just a fantasy.
is this world we live in a fantasy,its like insanity meets hell
the world is made of wars and and sickness
will peace ever be made,treaty's are made..will north and south
korea make a mends with each other.
or will this war will go on forever.
this life will end one way or another...lets just live it the best that we can