Imagination Iambic Pentameter Poems

White sheets rattle in surging winds billowed free
I fly suspended dangling from stars dancing
Moon cajoles like my father laughing at me
Butterflies land in swarms gathering...

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Written by Gail R DeBole
on April 4, 2022
Updated on December 29, 2022

...Free Verse................
Unless you turn it into Iambic Pentameter.

...a swirling kaleidoscope of colors...........
Unless you only...

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The old man looked a little out of place
Astride his pony on the carousel
A smile from yesterday across his face
As if he were entranced in...

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She sat in the moonlight, her back to the bay,
Absorbed in thoughts of her own destruction.
A fortnight ago she had come to the rock;
At the...

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Spirit’s Journey 
I’m sailing on the sea upon a sunbeam; 
I’m hovering on a cloud that’s made of snow; 
I’m flying on an asteroid round...

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A candle is lit in the forest of song,
Where the witches come out in the glen;
And the nightingales dance,
As if in a trance,
All watched by...

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Femininity - Anima


Sweet femininity was formed in Eve,
   before thrown from the Garden for her sin;
      engrained in...

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Cloud Ten
Nick Rush 

Tomorrow let’s venture to a distant kingdom.
Through bumps of time to a new dawn tonight.
Picture yourself bounce on clouds past the petty.
Move...

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Imagination frees imprisoned souls
to soar among the stars on golden wings
or rest upon the moon as gods of night.

To fill yourselves with grandeur, close your...

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Our birth is a command, a cosmic voice.
We live by law past humans wield to be.
We fantasize the future as our choice,
Then crash head-on into...

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Cozy night bubbles a crimson delight
    Moon and stars tango on angelic heights
       Beside, pillowed the...

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There is a place of solace,
A meadow near a mill,
Where cranes come to gather
And take their bounty fill.
Where gentle walks pass the time
And fears are...

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At some Sweet Point in Your Youth
Through Travel Guides beguiled
Searching for Existential Truth
You dreamt of Erin Isles

You longed a quite, simple life
Away form Hectic Glances
Attempt...

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A day with Sleeping Sorry no face... 
Saying i'm Sorry is just not me!
For nothing risked is nothing gained,
A game I just have to play,
To...

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I heard a call from the orchard deep,
On an evening perambulation.
In keeping with the air of autumn sleep
It pulled taut my imagination.
It came to me...

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