Imagination Poems | Examples of Imagination Poetry

Blowing In The Wind A Walk Into Eternity It’s time I took these childhood memories and placed them in the Backroads of my...

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To Mr. Michael, Bard of Theatrical Yearning, Your words, like ivy, wind and wind — ornate, impassioned, almost divine.?But I write now with a quieter pen, one that bleeds not drama but truth again. You call me complacent — a muse asleep??Dear sir, I have only grown quiet to keep?From drowning in tides too high, too fast,?Where...

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Awkwardly he made a pass Bumped his head against the glass Cheesy lines flew far and wide Didn’t notice spinach fried Ego big, but brain quite small Fumbled trying to make a call Gave her flowers — they had bugs Hugged too long and popped her lugs In his teeth was something green Joked too much — the vibe turned mean Kissed her hand, then...

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Cattle bells ringing u n ...

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We are inheriting Art and Arc Of trying to understand. How once, we were fingers, Born of the same common hand. Miniatures born into this land Of thought. Tactile each, and that ought, To have been enough. But, In the sound of each brushed whisper Overheard in the billowing clouds, We fought the thought Of the popular injunction. Loud as a newborn’s...

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With care, I craft the words on the page, but I see that they loathe being in this cage. Too often, they break out of formation and run everywhere — such disorganization! I wonder if I should set the words free, considering they’ve already done so much for me. The next day, carrying a heavy heart, I tell...

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It began with a bargain on a winter night, When the cupboards were bare And hope sat idle in the corners. He came with frost on his collar, A gentleman adorned in a burgundy suit Polished alligator shoes, crimson silk tie, And a smile too white, too wide. He introduced himself only as “the Tooth Fairy.” There he stood ancient and ravenous And far...

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You are as beautiful as life seems to be You are as dark as night make it be You are as bright as the sun want to be But you are as peaceful as death means to me (You are as beautiful as others claim to be You are as frail as your eyes make it be You are as bright...

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The Stage, The blueprint of consciousness, A Labyrinth left within this, Molecular living witness. Atoms are energy in this existence, Building a world in the present tense. Every moment a new experience, A chance to dance in the performance. Growing entities sensing change, Reality starts to Rearrange. As we make the energy exchange. The blueprint is looking strange, It's designed to seem deranged, It's...

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once as dead as a dodo, what a crazy El Mundo taking the wheel another time, life on its rodeo Segundo a DNA cocktail of Big Bird and Bert's Nicobar pigeon dodos with canary plumes and rainbow beaks jaywalk again...

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when elixir of moon drips wine into the crystal goblet of magic this late night beguiles my skin, reeling on a Friday parade of lights; my hips oh so beckon, swaggering to and fro... ...

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Worlds from sleight of hand, What you see is not what's real, Magic in the air. ©bfa051725 ...

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stars are the fireflies of night and we communicate with our light red, blue, and green with some indigo with delight ...

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Some may say it is a curse who's to know but could be worse altho' no aesthete I'm not averse to levity when taking up the pen to scribe a poem then making it rhyme it's wit I seek one line at a time with tongue in cheek (roses are red Mondays are blue honey is sweet violets are too) and once in a while as humour is the fave to break...

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Verse 1: I was once a whisper, light on your tongue, A gentle hum, a soft song to be sung. But like the fray of ink, fading with time, I fell from grace as you lost your mind. Your fingers once tender, tracing my lines, Now calloused and tired, no longer entwined. A thought you had, now lost in the folds, A burden...

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