Best Imaginings Poems
If your mindset isn't producing the wettest type of wet, you've forgotten how to dream. How to fall asleep in one state and arise in a realm of possibilities you never thought attainable.
No matter how many times you've swung and missed, haven't you hit a home run every time you closed your eyes? The girl never kissed bears the softest lips. That's the way imagination ad libs.
Few have the ability to paint words over reality, but the first time I did I was an alto in someone else's chorus. You were in the soprano section and every lyric seemed to hum your name.
I can't recall the song, but I remember how you danced in my head. That night when I went to sleep the night air felt like Egyptian cotton. Little did I know, my world was about to change. In an instant, I was destined to always dream of you.
You, the song and the lyric. The embodiment of spirit. The sum of all parts. The high, the low and chances never taken. The home run traded for a double and kinky phone line wrapped around a finger as we avoided dangling farewells.
Have your words ever painted us as a picture? I've kissed your canvas a thousand times and wondered if there's anything sweeter than words that paint pictures.
I drift through the eternities
on the translucent wings of imagination
that form in the mind's body of silence
where I abandon the world
and fall into the flowing stream
that moves through my soul of wonder
contest Stardust
sponsor nette onclaud
6/14/20
Mysterious forces gather into the mind
bleeding with excitement ,fragrancing the night.
This is the time of visions sought, dreams refreshed.
Many splendored is this night,the dark flows swiftly.
Find yourself in the arms of imagination and painted glory.
You are the captain of this splendid vessel,onward sail
to anywhere those phantoms of the past can be lost.
Regenerate, rejuvenate,feast on the fruits of a new endeavor.
Sparkle the night sky with a dazzling delivery of words come from the soul.
For far too soon the daylight will beckon and start those logical processes once more.
written by Deb Wilson 1/11/2014
for contest "Into Night's Dwelling"
sponsored by nette onclaud
When leaves glimmer, I find some way
To dance on tiptoes’ whirled ballet,
Into the prairie, soft the light
As mesmerizing views invite;
Nature’s art weaving hues midair
With fancy blooms dressed, while I share
All wonders of a heart that unfurl,
Such pageant for my inner girl!
In this moment, thrilled eyelids close
Relishing dew, fireflies that pose
On endless trails of humming tones ,
Where magic rune never postpones
My floating gasp as lit hours stand;
Like blue oaks… in tints ever grand
That a dream- world becomes a song,
Here… where imaginings belong!
2/15/2016
For Rob Carmack's Scrwed X1 Contest
Posted 1/29/2016
When the northern star opens her gauzed veil
On clouds’ ladder, winged pixies arise
Where magic glides like a lucent trail,
A parade I watch with angelic sighs.
Glossy dust bounces on cosmic array
To kindle thrills from a fancy dreamland
As elves gather a rhapsodic play
With choirs stylized by mystical wands.
Jiggling lithe toes beyond stellar frames,
More fays croon in my secret heaven
Till youthful imaginings proclaim;
I become Nyx of this orbit’s glen!
Nyx--Goddess of Night
Mystic Rose's Fantasy Contest
6/27/2015
“Green-eyed lady passion lady
Dressed in love she lives for life to be” Sugarloaf
Not wise when very young, I traipsed inside
romantic notions where I played the role
of some young, handsome man’s sweetheart or bride.
Real life I did not know; I had the goal
but not the plan for my achieving it!
How aimlessly I wandered in my dreams -
where roses blossomed! Lacking any grit,
I stumbled into marriage, and it seems
my hopes then vanished, for no more was I
the “green-eyed lady” of the seventies
who listened to her 45’s piled high
yet never took the proper steps to seize
what always she had been daydreaming of -
sweet vagabond imaginings of love.
Sept. 2, 2021
For 'A STRAND (1050)' Poetry Contest
Silent and alone
In this island church
With Him, and Her, and Them,
The bowl was boiling.
I had to see the boils to know One
Light, one foot with no feeling,
Immersed in God's great chemistry, as
One heart burns over the legion of
Suffering pirates falling apart
Like the petals of forsaken flowers,
Into my spirit of fire, flaming
My love of people.
Now "blessed with this disease,"
I move the basin aside
with Work beckoning (always and forever)
And make my way towards church doors
Opening myself fully into the light of our days.
The breathe of our pain,
The exhalation of sweet and bitter time.
Amen, I say, to the acts which hang upon grace.
Barstool Imaginings
A tingling of ice cube melancholy
dissolving in the swirling bourbon
accompanied the vision that he saw
in the opaque distortion of the mirror.
He dared not turn lest she notice his interest.
She moved soundlessly, floating across
the distance, impressing her presence
upon the air. A sensual scorpion sting
had stunned his sensibilities leaving him
in a state of gaping awe. How would he
approach her, what pretense could ignite
a conversation, how foolish would he be
to try? She was walking straight toward
him. He lowered his head, took a swig
of the watery bourbon, raised his head
to find that the mirror wasn’t there..
John G. Lawless
7/27/2015
submitted to – Chilling Twist poetry contest
sponsor – Frank Herrera
On a quaint country lane, my ”Downward Plod” poem whistled eerily.
Date : Fourth October 2020
Contest : How My First Poem Was Born
Sponsor : JCB BURL
welcome to my universe
welcome to my universe
my world
my inner cosmos
the world according to cosmos
it is a dark and fantastical land
filled with dark dangerous delusions
mad monsters
dark imaginings
things that go bump in the night
wild things that come out at night
haunting my dreams
and my nightmares
it is a world for madmen only
dare to enter
the price of admission
your mind
care to join me
in this dark carnival ride
straight to the bottom
of my personal hell
if not
well I understand
my world is not
for everyone
but if you do come
along for the ride
I guarantee it
You will emerge
On the other side
A different person
Having seen things
That are best unseen
Experiencing life
At its most elemental
And in the end
Becoming me
Mirror Mirror on the wall disclose what you
discern?
Mirror Mirror on the wall who do you see?
A kind hearted, thoughtful person.
Mirror Mirror on the wall who do you see?
A helpful person
Mirror Mirror on the wall? who do you see a compassionate and eager to uplift person.
Mirror Mirror on the wall do you view one's
natural beauty and grace and outward charm
Mirror Mirror on the wall.
I.
My whole body was trembling in shock
My blood, as if flowing back to my heart, dizzied
My vision as I kept on
In my delirium to aid the young man spitting
up his own organs beside me.
His organs are my organs.
The sound was clear and very loud and
My leg was gone. And if I was so permitted
I was to rage on for the Lord on one.
For to rage on I must.
II.
This passionate young man, Adolf,
Exciting them all among beer and music, politics and games.
Straining his voice.
What do they want me to say?
His voice is my voice.
And he is just a boy, and I just a messenger.
The crowd before us like wet clay pleading for shape.
Then let it be so, I will try,
For to rage on I must.
III.
Only my voice with Him now and the damp
Stone that surrounds high above in this prison
With suited men loaded with guns below among
Trampled flowers that carried my name across
A still-molding country and
His guns are my guns, and His name wants my name,
And I will give it to Him because
Still! Still! Still I rage on.
Though no one is here
to hear.
So I pray. I pray still.
I see you in my thoughts and dreams
all my intimate imaginings
of our bodies intertwined
your very soul invading mine
I feel your hands upon my skin
the sweat between us is so thin
I try to shake these dreams away
but you enchant my mind each day
a tempting tryst comes to my dreams
all my private intimate imaginings
of our bodies wrapped around each other
imagining you as my lover
IMAGININGS *
a mischievous
appearance
& disconcerting
expressions
undress the night
unconscious smiles
for
every dream
in
uprooted shadows
the day
does not
sleep
in great
weariness
where we
lock ourselves
hidden
softly
in its virtues
upon
in
a
field
of reflections
a
hand
to caresse
&
playful eyes
to
share
their clarity
lids
cast down
trace
temptations
lost
in
the dull
shadowed
skies
of leisure
whede innocence
facez
crippled
torment
in
laughter
wrinkles
OPEN VERSE using spaces&breaks/no grammatical symbols /relying on 'the one breath limitation'/this intuitive cadence permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond in an interpretative-interplay unique** to the ' happening moment'
“Sleep well my dear there is nothing to fear
what you see in the daylight
is here in the dark night
you just cannot see it so clear”
Waking up in the blackness
in the middle of the night
your bedroom so dark
you think a monster is there
Lurking in the corners
you think you hear him breathing
you think you hear him moving
you are paralyzed with fear
Shut your eyes tightly
he may think you’re sleeping
but your heart beats so fast it will burst
your mouth is dry
you are dying of thirst
you call for your Mum
no comes out
You have no voice
You have no words
You cannot scream or shout
So under the duvet you dive
blocking your ears with your hands
your salty tears run down your cheek
so desperately tired you just want sleep
Then suddenly you hear Mum calling
saying time to get up and get dressed
you nervously worm your way out from the duvet
and see that the blackness has gone
Was it a nightmare
or night time imaginings
Did darkness distort
giving you such a fright
No sign of the monster
you heard in the night
and you laugh
and you dance
and you shriek with delight
Then recalling Grandma’s words
as she kissed you goodnight
she would pause at the door
before turning out your light
saying “Sleep well my dear
there is nothing to fear
what you see in the daylight
is here in the dark night
you just cannot see it so clear”
written 25th October 2018
Contest YOUR CHOICE 8 any form, any theme
Sponsor Brian Strand