Imagination. Poems - Poems about Imagination.

Rig rag Shaggy rag Rip, rip, rip, Wrinkle in the water A wilder whisper Crepuscular crème brûlée. What is madness really? Have I not a wordly thought? Wordly jumble, Words, words, words, Coherent as a Dostoevsky mumble. Musing wrists and elbows in a swaddle, Up of green and purple trumpets, Sickly technicolour cuddle. Circadian bunny pudding. Hullo, there it is again! I saw it there, just there! Did not. But...

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I think, AI can fool the surface eye, the sun of everyday common day -- the night of charming only twinkle glitter night -- But, what it can’t fool~ is, complex soul spectrum; what it can’t step away from is, its own deceitful presence – the blight of laziness -- felonious poetic...

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Eyes locked, hearts spoke. Love knocked, feelings woke. I smiled, she blushed. She mirrored, i gushed. I was the fire but i melted . She was the ice but "sun-hot". Time danced slow as our minds began to plot A story forged through the fire of desire, Inked with hearts that synced in accord. Strangers, familiar along the pages of prospects. Wedding...

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I beheld the quaking aspen, shaking and gold I quaked in resonance with the breeze If you're young inside, you never get cold Its recriminations that make your spirit freeze I wept beneath the weeping willow It felt like the right place to cry Under its cascades I found a pillow Had a sad feeling, didn't know why. When autumn colored I found...

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I want slow mornings, bread rising in the oven, little feet padding across the floor, a Bible open beside my coffee. I want to home school my children at the kitchen table with crayons and scripture, to teach them about fractions and forgiveness in the same breath, to let wonder lead the way. I want to be the wife who lights candles at dinner, who...

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WHAT IF What if the world spun differently? What if the stars aligned in a new constellation, each point a dream, each line a path, leading us to the edges of our own imaginations? ...

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egg white pedals and mustard yellow eyes following the light of the sun where the lilies of the field tippytoe one by one to serve the will of God in the golden time of day ...

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In the wilderness of bewilderment, Sculpting different sorts of thoughts, Where intent fades, needing no interment, And truth exudes from all its rots. There lies the stark resolve for my future, A slender hope of life ahead, Bound together by a catgut suture, That time corrodes until it's shed. All kept away from prying eyes, Ever before my intent was conceived, Just to keep all...

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grab your pail, we'll clean the sea fetch a comb to coiff the sand don't fall for burning cities, to be eternalized as a pinnacle of table salt pinch me, porfa! looking up/down—that's insurance perilous looking back psychics looking forward pronouncing words over tomorrow's world should you be dissolved by hands furious at future-telling feats well, you would have seen it coming... stay simple pick peppers plant cotton gin it for reason ...

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They took my money again! When will it end? Lunch money is gone. Even the milk money, Not very funny. Left my bus token, To get home. Now I'm hungry, And all alone. I'm...

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underneath the golden sun the sacred rose petals open and close to receive her daily bread i suppose just for the glory of God yes the rose and i am still sure shall spread the good news ...

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I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE, MUCH TO MY SUPRISE , I STUMBLED UPON A LONG LOST TRUTH THAT OPENED , UP MY EYES. THERE IS MORE , THAN ONE DIMENSION. WHEN...

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Seeing the mashed potatoes, Heaped upon my plate. Sent me reeling to a past, I could relate. With a scoop of potatoes, Laying in my spoon. They sailed across the table, Right in Fathers' face. Off...

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Let a child’s gleaming face be that kaleidoscope, of blue sea pearl ripples, spreading green tides of hope, to dry land hearts in drought needing tot’s tears to cope...

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The clouds are swirling in the wind, Unique designs appear within. An artist’s brush could be the air, For many forms are found up there. Look up there, it’s a swimming whale, ‘Twill quickly change with the next gale. It seems so strange to change so much, It makes it hard to keep in touch. There’s a ship with the flag raised high, It...

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