Imagination Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
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on smooth hot rock I sat in REVERIE
after a HALLUCINATION drink of
mushroom, poppies and truffle
IMAGINATION soared like bald eagle
on high, throwing twin twigs with sigh
up I flew landing on a rainbow in
lucid DREAM ~
saw tinker bell fairies in pastel lace
with mauve daisy hats to face
sucking honeyed cream in wild glee
cherubs singing WHIMSY chorals
skipped to amethyst abode awaiting
dragonflies lighted a willow way
as swans mated on water lily ponds
of petals, elves smiling at bay
secretly inside a Crystal Palace
of chanting High Priestesses pure
sat Lord of VISUALISATION and awe
with blue-green eyes and beard of
silver hay, not all could hither this way
he fed me manna and mango ambrosia
gifted a garland of lotus snow white
a sapphire pen dripping indigo ink
to serpentine scribe enchanting song
on a rainbow in rubied blink !
Friend or foe we all are one
One is all, all is one:
So lets not minus that!
We all want to be together,
Multiplying and growing in numbers
Numbers be endless
but numbers can't define life,
We more than that, we infinite beings
Sharing one light,
spinning in circles in one ride
Many fall and a few survive,
That's the chain of life
The colour wheel,
In the manner of lovers
I embrace the dream.
In the nature of solitude
I cherish your desire.
It is an act without intention,
The cause remote;
And I am in the web of it
With all the others.
A little mad
With all this exotic experience...
Such a fine young woman,
Bemused and unresisting...
And a little mad,
Like the rest of us.
Beautiful music warms my cochlea
Awesome footwork amuse my cornea
The spectacle dazzle my cerebrum
Oh splendid scenery,feed my Organs
One night the sunset rolled down soft and slow behind the hills afar,
and I sat rocking back and forth with rhythm in the trees as headlights drove away,
and turned my gaze from sky above where Venus and her brightest friends came
out to play,
to tracing helter-skelter paths of tiny crimson ants criss-crossing broken bricks
below my feet like scars,
and I thought of all the moments in my life that led me here, and how the ocean
spreads across the world to touch the shore,
and how the mother keeps her child so close and does adore, and I thought of
you, of but a girl, but whom I hold so dear
The late afternoon sun falls slowly in the sky
its radiant heat so strong as to slow time
for all sad creatures sitting squinting
gazing in the distance, prying open the mind’s eye
Hearts beat at a cloud’s pace,
and sweat streams down faces slow and winding as the river Nile
A sigh. The tearing of a page. But little inspiration.
Searching desperately for diversion
I turn my gaze to the wavy distance
where scores of empty vessels are parked
lonely in a tarmac field
no inspiration there.
Two dozen unique individuals stare straight ahead
and file past silently in lines going two by two
blank expressions plastered on faces like wallpaper
no inspiration there.
Two cars, one black and one white,
pass without greetings in the baking street
and drive away out of sight, forgotten to each other forever
no inspiration.
Such is the numbing silent pain of a draught.
The world needs the rain.
Hearken back unto a time
when the willow weeps o’er the riverside
where radishes and cabbage grow in a line
nearby rabbits hop away and hide
The women whisper amongst themselves
and bid you call upon the master
over the hill upon which sits a well
you will hear a chorus of sweet laughter
The mountain you sit upon is your castle
and from it sprang the seeds of a new nation.
the wind brushes you against a thistle
what do you feel stirring inside? It is creation.
As light peeps through the silent trees
to touch the damp and mossy earth,
the birds pay homage to creation -
singing in sweet jubilation.
While a young fawn grazes peacefully
along the edge of the tranquil valley,
falls an early morning shower -
God in His gentle power.
It is a rain-drenched misty morning
as the dewdrop kisses the blossom;
it is another fresh beginning
as He rules each living thing.
How silent is the dark rain forest
but for beasts crying from the nest,
fishes splashing on crystal water,
wings fluttering above in the air.
Beneath the sky’s great canopy
is this lush garden that I see;
on this new morning that I greet
comes a renewal of my faith.
Land of dreams and content.
Days filled with wonderment.
Beautiful women, forever young.
Healthy, wealthy and strong.
All the things you wanted to.
Are there now, for you to do.
The sun shines every day.
Trees and flowers, bloom and stay.
No winter, to drive them away.
Every one, your friend.
Without a bitter end.
No jealousy or hatred there.
This I swear.
Come with me.
How happy we will be.
In Shangrila.
The sun is set,
dew kisses my skin.
The sky darkens
and the day comes to an end.
The darkness succumbs
to the light of the moon.
A brand new day
will be upon the earth soon.
But for now, the fireflies
laugh as they dance.
I think that star just winked at me,
so I take another glance.
The man in the moon
is wearing a big grin.
So I just smile back,
and the day comes to an end.