Imagination. Poems - Poems about Imagination.

I'm looking for you in bits and pieces In someone's height, in someone's face In someone's cry and in someone's grace I crave your trace This never ending yearning won't stop till I find The one that I can finally call mine I tend to push my heart into believing That guy is the one, That guy might be the...

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down on the floor hands and feet would lift me ~ i was a plane blew up balloons she made me animals ~ i was dazzled taught me stitches loved skilled embroidery ~ i was craft sown drew paper dolls sketched with clothes to cut out ~ i was prized fun read tales aloud fueled my fantasies ~ i was book hooked spent time with me shared skills and joys with...

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love is that moment of trust when love is how we heal first that same love teaches us how to trust love...

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Now I don't have any reasons anymore, To express something you never cared suddenly you made me feel high and left me on lows Stuck in between, Its same just like before when we first talked, Took me long enough to get everything, from starting to end, it was all my imagination it was all my delusion, And desperation, I will admit it was all my fault getting it...

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When the seed of fear is planted in minds, It germinates in brains as a tormentor— Sometimes sown by a whisper, a shadow, a lie repeated twice. When illusion becomes reality, And starts by making the heart skip a beat, then more of its beats, then all of its beat. It creates monsters in our eyes in the dark, Born from...

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oh love i hear every beat of your heart then let your heart sings out loud with every beat of your heart...

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oh lord do you really know who i am just this lonely grain of sand and my fate rest in your holy hands oh lord i will obey every word that you command deliver your promise...

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oh sweet lord you have open up thine eyes of glory and i realize that i have nothing else to say because i trust in your sweet words in thy story than you give me thy daily bread...

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only the porcelain white face of the geisha  girl snap open and close her Nakamichi red fan to entertain the emperora of japan through the choreography of the gisha girl dance...

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I fell in an urn of magic potion. About my locus, I had no notion. I found myself on a wide, whirly sea. My boat had holes. From fall, I couldn't flee. From shores I seemed to have gone far away. Sea snakes, cone snails, sea urchins, and stingray… From these wild creatures, how could I escape? Perplexed, could I nestle and...

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Peerless paintings mystically mingle. Bells of my shrines rhythmically jingle. Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate. Logic and love lawlessly agitate. I see Morpheus moving around my mind. Celestial scenes are craftily designed. With wings of poppies Minerva hovers. Saraswati showers seamless powers. Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks. Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax. Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on. Blissfully, myriad rainbows are...

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'I'd paint rainbows with VIBGYOR,' said my child. My Violet, with whims, will be beguiled. Indigo will inflame wisdom with zest. With the garb of calmness, Blue will be dressed. Euphony will adorn my grassy Green. In blonde Yellow, vibration will be seen. With vibrancy, the Orange will be graced. With love and passion, my Red will be traced. Colours in a spectrum...

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Blinding rays of moonlight pierce through windblown curtains, whilst droplets of sweat bead on a heavy forehead. Sleep becomes more elusive with every tick of the clock, as insomniac nights and broken days gnaw into a fever-worn Alice. A herbal tea sits untouched on her bedside table—she’s too feeble to muster the strength to drink...

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I close my eyes savouring the memory of the clash of waves and rhythmic sway that rocked my childhood...

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We never faked it always keeping it real When we get, we ball When we don't have, we work hard Life is dually; High or low Good or bad times, win or lose We're always ready for anything. No racing with any Steadily thriving in our lane Because we've got no mate Never to be limited, we're unlimited For we got taste, depending on our...

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