Best Imagined Poems
Imagine misunderstandings,
When we talk about our friends,
If we did that talking to their FACE,
We'd be apt to make amends ...
Imagine, if hearing gossip,
We repeated not a peep,
Instead of giving it longer legs,
We'd put that tale to sleep ...
Imagine at the toll booth,
There's four cars just behind,
So, you pay the toll for ALL of them,
And start up something kind ...
Imagine that you're driving,
And someone flips the bird,
But in return you wave and smile,
Now road rage is deterred ...
Imagine if, when angry,
We let the steam disperse,
Before we hurt each other,
With a hateful name, or worse ...
Imagine all the things that
People say behind your back,
It's not about YOUR character,
But the character they LACK ...
Imagine that you're hurting
But a friend is hurting, too,
So, you give their pain the focus,
And it eases your pain, too ...
Imagine someone lies to you,
And you're feeling quite betrayed,
'Til you stop to count the fibs YOU'VE told,
And the enemies you've made ...
Imagine if you're lacking,
And you need a helping hand,
Instead, you help ANOTHER,
Ah - now you understand ...
That only light can fight the dark,
Only love can vanquish hate,
So, imagine a little EMPATHY ...
And you'll see - it's not ... too ... late!
I imagined him as a child
Instead of the mangled brow,
a face twisted in anger,
I saw the innocence of the child,
somewhere inside
I thought of the bruises he endured
and the pain,
that grew within, as he grew
and I thought of my pain
by his hand
A cycle repeated
Forgiveness,
the only thing to end my pain
to quell the anger,
to break the cycle,
I imagined him as a child
The evening's soft wind is warm,
yet cooling
I looked out across the gray wet sand,
from my usual stool
Between my eyes and the horizon,
I saw her standing on the edge of the rising tide,
playing her saxophone,
The sheer fabric of her dress moved casually,
like a flag slowly dancing in the evening breeze
There the dark water seagulls circled
and the sun had turned red above the ocean's shore
I watched each subtle breath as she played,
While the sun's setting light kissed her hair,
for a second
The music she played was soft, smooth,
like a good bourbon, filling my head
Hey, bartender! How about another round.
Before the night falls
what I think I see disappears
with the sunset
12/18/12
The unforgivable mistake we made,
the wrong moment for a serenade...
may rapture us to an imagined life
too beautiful to be lived in disguise!
Perhaps tomorrow could be that time
when everything is granted easily;
no need to wish and wait anxiously,
so run on meadows kissed by sunshine!
Your time and mine is surely controlled by fate;
whoever opposes it may go through immense grief,
and to avoid it, we must immediately halt our haste
in impulsive thoughts that interfere with belief!
What could change that something in our sad living
and thinking is put on a brave face in everything;
renewing our strength after tragedy and strife,
seeing only the possibility of an imagined life!
Written on 7/15/2016
I hail here from the church with the flags -
Representation of a multicultural congregation,
A piece of heaven, heartbeat
of light and dark faces.
We praise in harmony with our Creator and angels,
In communion as we are meant to be,
multigenerational too.
We gather together loving one another, singing His songs,
Instructed in godliness every week and on our own
At home we bond with the Lord our God,
on our knees,
Hands spread wide, and meditate on God’s holy Word.
We share in sorrow and pain
with our fellow man
Along with joy and happiness
at each one’s gain.
My favorite part, I listen with a tear’s sheen and with a smile
Let freedom ring, a dream come true.
God’s wings spread wide.
Heaven sighs.
1/20/2020
My face is not good but it is not bad
I love the man who looks back at me
Regardless of how I dress I am happy
Rich or poor I am what I am
Opinions are like a mirror
Reflecting my hopes and dreams
I am my reflection
Man in that mirror
Against the lighted background
God lifts my soul
Energizes me and helps me accept
I wait each moment
Making them count
Appalled by addiction
Gainfully I set each course
In touch with myself
Never without hope
End is nearly
Dead end
Trying a new form out. Hope you like
Never could I have imagined where I would find love
In my wildest dreams I'd roam to seek this Angel Dove
Never could I have imagined from where this love would bloom
She just appeared to me one day, surprised, in my bedroom
Never could I have imagined poetic words capturing I
Then reading by whom has written, my eyes soon espied
Never could I have imagined that words could turn to hearts
That such a beautiful woman could repair a world blown apart
Never could I have imagined writing a poem about Lake Taal
Next thing I know I'm flying many miles to meet this poetic gal
Never could I have imagined the wonderful country of her birth
That I'd share with such a beauty, my journey blessings worth
Never could I have imagined how we shaped East and West
Our poetry blending collaborations groomed our writing zest
Never could I have imagined my heart being totally thawed
Meeting this poetic girl for real, I'm gorgeously left in awe
Never could I have imagined in my bedroom that July afternoon
That in just a couple of weeks, it's the continuance of our bloom
He dreamed of her without her clothes
Her panties and bra let’s lose those
With her high heels gone
Let’s not dwell upon
Why he had them on heaven knows
So, we are here
then we depart
from this primordial ground.
Set free to be
released
back... onto the ultimate cosmic
starting point
of creation.
Foreword: I wrote this poem while listening to Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty Waltz. The lines were pretty much impromptu so please be considerate when it comes to the wordings. Thank you :)
Once upon a dream,
You thought it was all real
But can't you see that it is
In fact purely imagination.
You try to hide it,
Disagree and deny it
But one cannot really stop you
It's all up to what
It is you believe or not
You shut everyone out
Stayed inside that dream
Afraid for it to end
Like a wonderful symphony
That's bound to play its last note.
You waltzed, allowed it to sink in
Sooner or later you'll realize
It was all just a dream
But no, you kept dreaming
Smiled to yourself
You thought I was joking
Or did you know what I meant?
You started laughing
Gave me that look
You knew something I didn't
I tried to comprehend
But you wouldn't let me in
What were you dreaming of?
What's so great about that dream?
What does the real world lack
Compared to that transparent world?
You seemed content
Filled with peace and joy
Then everything became a blur
You tried to tell me something
But couldn't make out of it
Your words spluttered out like anagrams
I listened once again
But then I woke up.
It was a sunny day, half year gone,
the sky cloudless, the wind dry.
I had to imagine a rain, it had to be done.
The magic dyed the sky with gray
and made tears flow from a happy cry.
On a timber ladder, we seemed to pray,
but we only had kisses to share.
Who left the pages open, the tale untold?
The last words we already know:
they will be the same as the years unfold
layers of dust and cobwebs with his wings,
even if the wood’s trees cease to grow
and mute the music Philomel sings.
Fatal words those words are.
When I was a boy, too young to love
I loved you already under the rain,
sleeping the dreamless sleep in a grove
with your arms wrapping my chest;
Or thirty three years old in a boundless plain
of camphor scented fountains and lasting rest,
When we did as we did, were you aware?
It is all I can do now but wait, and watch
Her plump crimson belly rise n fall
Like a ruptured bellow
She squats defeated on her perch
Feathers splayed, hiding her tiny claws – clutching
Her perch is sturdy, yet deformed in its peculiar way
As branches are; in nature’s own unique way
Perhaps she has considered this deformity reflects
The nature of her disability
For she shunned the new perfectly doweled perch from day one
Preferring to sit upon her crooked stick
Her little black eyes blink then rest in a half open stare
Watching me as I fuss inside her cage
I watch her beak slowly open and close, imagining she’s trying to speak
Are her silent words at the heart of her imagination?
Do I hear her say goodbye?
Have I been selfish in ignoring her past?
Her life before the accident…
So I gently offer my finger as a temporary perch
A palliative gesture, a sign of compassion – tender recognition
She blinks again and her eyes remain closed
What is she thinking, my little friend for so long
Inside her silent pain
I recall the Vet’s final words
“There is nothing more I can do, I’m sorry…”
I recall the time we met
At the foot of our glass window
Your dusty smudge imprinted upon the glass
Your broken body not far away
I nursed you back to health
Encouraged you to fly
Yet crippled, you became part of the family
Part of our little world
I don’t recall the moment she hopped on my finger
I only remember wandering amongst those memories
Tangible to another being, loved just so
I don’t recall the moment she lay down
Her little crimson belly stained with the tears
Of so many years
Tears I now recall
I heard her say “goodbye…”
Brian Johnston’s Poetry Contest - Challenge Title 'Words - The Heart of Imagination?
23 Oct. 2014
My Imagined Vixen
My vixen is blue with gold bouncing in her hair
She swims in my mind like a lost mermaid
A storm brewing rapidly upon a calm ocean
Nights she lets loose with romantic favors
Touching my every desire in intimate ways
Eating my heart while holding me back each moment
She flies with birds while taunting the glowing moon
Commands stars to twinkle in rhyme with my moans
Strokes my ego while soothing my spirit
A vixen to the core and leaves me wanting ever more
Washing my feet while I marvel at her dainty feet
Singing my favorite songs with music from thin air
Whispers words that ease my soul and stokes my fires
No pains can stay when she caresses my aching mind
Ravishing beauty no other man has ever seen
Temptress that never fails to please and inspire
Mere words fail me when she holds my soul
An icing on cake a mile deep and wide
Sweeter than honey on a buttered biscuit
Smile that fades the stars and makes the moon cry
My vixen , my vixen we see eye to eye
She that hold my days in her hands
My nights seep into her bosom and cry for more
My vixen , my vixen, now and forever more
My vixen, her love I will always drink
And stroke her bouncing gold hair
Robert J. Lindley, 07-19-2015
A portrait often captures more than looks
Although accurately reading the personality
Requires special skills most of us don’t possess
Who could imagine that Putin is a monster
Who can blithely slaughter innocent civilians
In the name of what he considers a just war?
Or that puny-looking Hitler could command
Unquestioned loyalty from his Nazi minions?
Or that Stalin could starve his countrymen?
Psychopathic killers, all rose to leadership
Over their countries and maintained order
Through intimidation and by seizing control
With the help of the unsuspecting citizenry
We think it cannot happen in the U. S. of A.
But we have witnessed an attempted coup
To overthrow the will of the people voting
And a president who admired the dictators
He came to know during his brief presidency
Still claiming authority over his avowed party
Going around the country holding mass rallies
Reminiscent of Hitler’s during the late 1930s.
Study carefully the photographs of leaders
For they will reveal the hidden personalities
Of those who crave leadership and control
Always keep in mind that power corrupts --
Absolute power corrupts absolutely -- and
The masses are easily deceived by deceivers
Be careful never to trust a liar -- for all liars
Are careful to tell you what you want to hear.
Written April 13, 2022
I live in a whimsical fairyland
Where all of the mythical creatures live
Here there is only one who holds all command
Who unites everyone who lives here
Here there are dragons and fairies
And creatures only imagined
Spread out in wide open prairies
And they all get along just fine
Now some say "Now how can this be?
There are no creatures such as these"
And then I say "I just don't agree.
These creatures do exist.
All you have to do to see them is close your eyes.
Now imagine each one and you'll see them."
They close their eyes and then their cries
"Now I see them too!"