Best Imaging Poems
A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear.
These healing words I send with a bumble bee to heal a bleeding rose.
These napkin like words I pray can wipe your tears and snotty nose.
I was young and naive,I cherished my pride instead of your heart .
There the coldest winter did start.
If it makes you happy I disposed of the mistress.
Who faded in long lost memory of shadowed kisses.
No,no,no I am sorry for writing that,
its a poets bold habit of honesty,
but in writing this I thought i should be honest and honest I shall be.I apologize for leaving your emotions suppressed,unknown and ostracized.
Yes, I know the ocean swollen with your tears,the angels descended on a bloody battle field to hear your cry.I hope you can summons them again and reconsider the report to the almighty farther.
If I could write this apology in the eye of the sky I would,for my remorse to be seen , a once foolish human being .Your heart I didn't mean to decay. I apologize for the lies, cries,for making you eat sadly all those ice creams and soggy apple pies,from absorbing tears fallen from yours eyes. Left to wonder in the vastness of the universe alone. I am sorry also sorry for the smudged ink and some of the lines. I cried along with them, imaging your painful times.
Yours truly Elliott Bowe
To:Simone Descartes
Categories:
imaging, forgiveness, inspirational, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
azure sky reflects
mirror imaging breakers
clouds drift lazily
written on May 8, 2021
at Panama City, Florida Beach
Categories:
imaging, beach, ocean, sky,
Form:
Haiku
I should be ecstatic, I should have tears of joy shining in my eyes,
But as I watch the ultrasound I feel a gut wrenching pain inside.
I am unable to attach myself to this reality,
I backtrack in time back to our twins.. back to that tragedy.
I find myself gasping within this room with walls that are much to close,
I desperately want this baby but I cannot spark that hope.
I remember vividly being held within your arms shaking,
When they told me our twins hearts had stopped and not faded.
I remember stark pain that tore through me and left my lungs feeling raw.
From the screams that raked through me and how much blood I saw.
I cant touch my stomach without cringing out of fear.
How could i put so much love into a baby who might not join us here...
How can I explain to you that when I held my breath...
I was imaging not giving birth but a stillborn on my chest.
I can't force these lungs to expand under the pressure of my ribs..
To see that look within your eyes there's nothing I wouldn't give.
My love I'm terrified...
I dont know what words to say to make you see
I feel less like my self and there's an emptiness in me.
They call this normal.
It's to be expected.
My body is a barren place where my Hope had been rejected.
I am struggling with the fact I now carry another beating heart...
I don't think I could handle it.. if this baby were to part.
Categories:
imaging, baby, child, mother, obituary,
Form:
Imagine
by Amy Saleh
Imagine opening a door
Only to be sucked into a vortex of abandon
Imagine drowning in an ocean of cool blue
Washing away all your pain
Imagine being reborn as a bird
Soaring over a dreamland of passion
Imagine floating on a silver cloud
Your heart sinking and ebbing
Imagine your heart racing the wind
Dancing to a fairy’s magical tune
Imagine closing your eyes
Seeing a thousand enchanting mages
Imagine opening your eyes
To an explosion of all the colours
Imagine seeing all things beautiful
A smile so sweet and sensual
Imagine tasting the dream of your life
Your taste buds screaming with delight
Imagine touching your lips to a petal
So soft, velvety, rich and creamy
Imagine drinking the nectar
Of the prettiest passion flower
Imagine hot liquid gold
Touching your lips with a fire
Sending a glow to your cheeks
Yet chills ripple down your spine
Imaging every inch of you
Shiver like a trembling leaf
Imagine every breath you take
Coming from a well with no end
Imagine your heart ripped open
Laid bare for the world to see
Imagine being hit by a train
Leaving you wanting to be hit again
Imagine running lost in a desert
Your soul thirsty for more fire
Imagine a moment of sheer ecstasy
A dream you never want to wake up from
If you can imagine all this
You can imagine love’s first kiss
Categories:
imaging, love, passion, heart, dream,
Form:
Have you ever dreamed
That a day would come
You'd wake up to a morning ray
And I would be that sun.
Would you even want to
Go to sleep at night
And wake up to me each morning
Because it just felt right.
Can you even imaging
Love making in the rain
Caressing each others body
Inflicting sweet gentle pain.
Do you ever dream of
Days with just me and you
Have you, would you, could you ever
I'm asking because I do.
Categories:
imaging, happiness, love, passion, me,
Form:
Romanticism
I have a flash for you ...
Think you can hang with me??
I doubt it ... I keep a pretty quick pace, if you know what I mean!
I may be very small, but I'm pretty special ...
Just the knowledge of my existence
Has led to amazing things!
Things like lasers, Bose–Einstein condensation, Quantum field theory,
And the probabilistic interpretation of quantum mechanics ...
I'm a very particular particle, you see!
A very elementary particle ...
The quantum of the electromagnetic field,
Electromagnetic radiation such as light,
And the force carrier for the electromagnetic force!
I am as fast as fast can be,
Traveling at the speed of light in a vacuum,
Even though I have no rest mass at all!
I am also special in that I can exhibit the properties of a WAVE, too!
I can be refracted by a lens and exhibit wave interference with myself,
And I can behave as a particle,
With definite and finite measurable position and momentum!
I've been applied to photochemistry ...
I've been used for high-resolution microscopy ...
I've even been utilized for measurements of molecular distances!
Recently, I've been studied as an element of quantum computers,
And for applications in optical imaging and optical communication,
(Like quantum cryptography) ...
Too fast and far too tiny to hold, so I doubt you can keep up!
But, oh, am I important!
Einstein knew how important I was,
Even when people told him I didn't exist ...
He KNEW, and persisted!
Oh, you should see what I'm doing at CERN!
You will, you will ...
And it will blow your mind!
You see, I'm traveling light ...
And I'm very, very bright ...
But you can call me ...
PHOTON!
** EIGHTH PLACE in the "Traveling Light" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Sponsor. **
Categories:
imaging, light, science,
Form:
Personification
Before I compete at State Meet,
When I'm swinging on the bar,
While I'm sprinting toward the vault,
I imaging myself wearing gold.
Even though I'm nervous,
Even if I'm scared,
Since I've worked so hard,
I long not to just imagine, but to achieve.
Categories:
imaging, dedication, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
Once upon a time, there was a boy called Tyler playing with his soccer ball. He was a ten years old boy with black hair and green eyes. Every afternoon, Tyler played with his friends, imaging they were famous soccer ball players playing in a stadium. Near Tyler's house was a river with rapid streams. Tyler's mom, Debra, advised him and his friends to do not play near the river.
One day, as a challenge, a friend of Tyler told him to play near the river. Tyler disobeyed his mom warning, and went to play near the river. Tyler slided and fell
in the river. He had a dog called Lolita, who started barking. Debra heard the
barkings coming from the river area. Tyler was grabbed to a rock. Debra rescued him from the river. Tyler promised to his mother to never play again near the river.
Ten years has passed. Tyler is now twenty years old. His dream came true. He was a succesful soccer player known worlwide. Five years later, he met a young lady called Heather. After one year of dating, they married. Two years later, when Tyler was twenty years old, Heather had a baby boy called Spencer. Fiveteen years later, when Spencer was fiveteen years old and Tyler, fourty three years old, Spencer was a famous soccer player as his father.
The End
4-23-2016
Categories:
imaging, children,
Form:
Prose
I know an old Town.
Older than the River Nile,
Romantic like Rome,
Undeafetable like Israel ,
Fearless likr a Lioness,
Rubust than a cotton tree,
Enormous than an ocean,
I know that Town that i am talking about
That has no Culture or tradition,
Which enable them to be free-minded people.
I know that Town,
That people don't shed tears.
Sojust imaging how that Town will
Look like in your imagination.
Categories:
imaging, imagination,
Form:
Alliteration
She rolled down her silky sheer stockings
gives him a saucy sexy look,
imaging his hands there instead
gently coursing her trim figure.
Feels his eyes following his hands,
as she submits to her passion.
wishing that he could lay with her
as they transcended to heaven.
Alas it could never be, for he,
was only a marble statue.
Crafted by her, in memory
of the hours they once had shared
Categories:
imaging, imagination,
Form:
Imagism
Once again I'm captivated as I look into her eyes
It's the way she allures me wearing just a smile
Wishing, I'm wishing for my hands to soon apply
Her palm raised I now know to await just a while
Soon I'm drawn in again upon viewing her thighs
Slowly towards me she walks, gravity now seen
My mind sees our future imaging our next scene
Slowly dancing naked so close but I can't reach
Taunting teasing pleasing poses engross my orbs
Languages of us yet there's no words of speech
Caressing her undulations soon to me absorbed
Soft tanned porcelain skin ripened like a peach
Close to me she's now, her scents sensed, sigh
My tongue secretly asps for my heart can't deny
Gestured outstretched hands, shapely hips met
Curvaceous lines of she addressed by my touch
Upon my lap she sits, I'm hungered wanting whet
Internal gears are turning amidst my driving clutch
Beating hearts soon to touch, adjoining we're set
Silken sheets now welcome adorned by loving two
Tomorrow night it's my turn, I'll stand in front of you
Dedicated to 'Olive Eloisa Guillermo' whom has my heart xx
Categories:
imaging, baptism, beautiful, future, passion,
Form:
Ottava rima
Mm, the World Cup, and what it means to me
It's all about sportsmanship, as it should be
For me it goes away back to 1978
Aged younger than I'm now, but boy! I couldn't wait
To see my footballing hero that I'd read about in Shoot Magazine
Imaging as I read the paragraphs to be him was just a dream
Like him I was left footed and useless with my right
But boy, when I played my left was my write
From teens to growing older after said watching dreams
I'm so so much older watching their wilting realms
Mm, the World Cup, and what it means to me
It's all about sportsmanship, and what it did for me
13 - 07 - 2018 2018 World Cup Poetry Contest
Categories:
imaging, beauty, class, my children,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh how I recall the agony and worry
Over the first proper grown up kiss
That was supposed to send you floating among the stars
On a voyage of euphoria and endless bliss.
French kissing
I'd seen them do it here in England too
Even the monkey's did it in the zoo
Did you have to be French?.
The one's they did on TV and wrote about in songs
What if my breath stunk or I got it wrong
The lips might just not fit
I'd be laughed at and the talk of the village
The local clown
But I knew it was something I had to do
A part of growing up whenever
It came around.
I'd practice kissing the back of my hand
Even my pillow and no not our family dog willow
It can'r be they hard do you suck or blow?
It was a great mystery I'd yet to know.
How I'd daydream for hours in my room
Wrapped up in a cosy warm kiss fest hopelessly in love
With a girl in school ahhhhhh what bliss
Imaging kiss after kiss
I'd given a Quick peck to a girl before
Bur now I was nearly a man
And I wanted to kiss until my lips were sore.
The day finally came by the side of a garage
I forget her name
The butterflies fluttered in my belly
This was it just like on telly
We both stood there lips together like glue
Both not knowing what to do
There was no suction as I recall
I felt so embarrassed
There wasn't much life in her at all.
But as my experiments eventually got much better with practice
I just wanted to kiss and never stop
The girls parents often tried to prise us apart
Well they did need to eat I suppose and get some sleep
But me I'm addicted kissing is so sweet.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. May.
Categories:
imaging, anxiety, cute love, funny
Form:
Free verse
Ancient graphics etched on the wall,
With myrrh and frankincense drifting
Along the sacred temple of the gods;
Where fragrant smoke burns, a Pharaoh’s rite .
Homage to higher spirits are encased,
Prints of cobra, ankh, and kohl eyes
Trace a lavish tomb with gems crowned
On the pyramid of afterlife.
And light-waves capture age-old stories
Through imaging where eternity walks,
With older gods , not from this earth
But from a dimension beyond Egyptian stars,
Infinitely mysterious, a vortex undefined.
Hieroglyphs and Holograms Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen 5/24/2016
Categories:
imaging, light,
Form:
Verse
SUN-BLOCK
Your sunset-sanctioned skin ignite melody to boredom world
Your gently pearling smile charm the attention of morning sun.
Your charmed souls burn in nuclear passion
To absorb the bombardment of your ink
You are the unsolved mystery of existence
By pd
The sunrises 10 feet off the ground
This place carried the eternal light I need for my soul to soar.
Like the clouds every poet brush away my blues with one simple smile
Writing ignited my heartbeat to flicker like a candlewick non-stop.
I hold that piece of puzzle that makes my existence complete
Elegantly you walk, Venus-like
Printing glory-of-gods on excited earth
Holding hostage your admirers' eyes
With your Gabriel-censored attire
You are truly the mystery of existence
By pd
My eyes I keep holding on tight.
Gathering dangerous looks, from every poets eyes.
Striking like a speed of thunder bolt,
I fell weak like an addict to my admires streak of rays'
I'm the piece of puzzle that makes my own existence complete
Oh beautiful empress of poetry soup.
Wake thy muse and shake off the dust of block
Your fans are in inferno hunger of your welded words
Feed us again, your poetic meal that somersault the arrows of critic
For you are the unsolved mystery of existence
By pd
A great source to gather the best light here on the soup.
I found my heart beating like a rush~ spontaneous
Imaging every poem that helps me get lost in the moment
I wrote against and among the best to be like the rest
For I'm that unsolved piece of puzzle that makes my existence complete
You are kinder than nature, more hospitable than mother earth
Man and woman scramble for shelter in your cheerful hearts
For your contest, all thoughts erect pines of words
With rush of the sea storm
P.D. (( Linda )) is the unsolved mystery of existence
By pd
Losing myself to reality, this is not like me to fall into deep.
Times maybe hard, not even a simple song to poet my mind.
The truth is, the sun has blinded me with love, and I have no SUN-BLOCK
Until my instincts tells me otherwise, I will find my way back to all my fans * true or not
I (IRMA~LINDA) am responsible for the happiness of my mysterious existence.
BY : JOSEPH & LINDA
For Pd's collab with me contest
Categories:
imaging, art, inspirational, on writing
Form:
Free verse