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...

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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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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“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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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“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...

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If Keats could have seen through Hubble’s eyes
when the sonnet ‘Bright Star’ he wrote,
meaning its telescope-imaged skies
with those stellar tableaux afloat,

would he have noted ‘aloft it hung’ 
 ‘steadfast’ all night in ‘splendor lone’,
that poet who died, alas, too young
yet over time whose fame has...

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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...

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