Imagination. Poems - Poems about Imagination.

and then...the wind swept over the field like a whisper that can be heard but ~ never understood like forgotten dreams the second we awake ~ were they quiet while we slept, or a cacophonous frenzy in which silence is noisy words which translate to nothings? we're better forgetting them anyway lest...they trouble our day like a barking dog through a picket fence, yet, when we...

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Had I Been I woke up, drenched in my emotions. Had I been— Had I been with a sinner, I would have never questioned my sins. Once a sacrosanct soul, now a pillar of guilt. I prefer to paint my own world, rather than let anyone paint it— and wash it away. Had I been with a lover, I would have never known what it takes to...

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Deep in Black Forest lives a good-natured ghost whose eyes are like Nebula a blurry blue He Slithers along steeply falling terrain where ravine-like dark valley drops deadly low Every Lunar night near Cascading waters He camps to sing by the grave of his lost girl Serpentine river dragging along cold air gushes forth Myriad rifts roars with the ghost All through the white night he wails, whispers with Lilt at dawn he...

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I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE, ONLY TO FIND MYSELF FACE TO FACE WITH A OCEANIC VIEW OF CURIOSITY. ENDLESS WAVES OF QUESTIONS, ANSWERS AND THEORIES LEADING TO , AND FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME. EXPECTING NOTHING MORE THAN INTERESTING AND PLEASANT INFORMATION TO ANSWERS AND QUESTIONS STIMULATING MY OWN CURIOSITY. UNEXPECTEDLY , I FOUND MYSELF IMMERSED...

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I caught his gaze Raking every inch of my body Creating a mental trail For his tongue to follow. He has no clue How much i adore his lusty eyes When they meet mine, But what follows Is still raw and raunchy Only in my imagination....

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Beads of water drop Waltzing from deep darkened clouds Calmly to parched ground - Phoenix Szentesi -...

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Too many tiny minds telling others what to do the sighted led by the blind even tho' they can't do it too curtailing all creativity restraining imagination destroying individuality those who can don't need advising those who can't should stop supervising let me make my own mistakes it's the only way I'll know what it takes to get where I need to be so put the key...

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oh love i am restored while you leave your footprints upon the black sandy shore because these are the windmills in my mind while i am here to be restored ...

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whimsical wildflower I can hear you~whispering wonders in songs...

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Through the forest I go, to a world I do not know. Blue dragon guards the gate unicorn ensures good fate. Through the forest I go, adventure on me bestow. One, two, three, rock fun, four, five adventure begun. Through the forest I go; time is magic and slow. Come pause for a time, memories enchant minds. ...

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I really thought you had my best interest at heart. Now I see you were just playing the part. Never thought all you saw was a game to try and beat. Never actually attempting to get to know me. All you needed was to know I aim to please. And that I've searched my entire life to...

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I know some folks don't like you They feel threaten in some way 'Cause they don't take time to know you It frightens them away They think you're in control But we both know that's not true 'Cause You're only here to do The things we tell you to A I, I can't tell you What, you mean to...

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Like A Moth Attracted to Glow Tethered Bonds Starved of Light Cannot Grow Denied Accessed, Insouciant Persona At Best I Imagined My Savior Ambivalent, Celibate Soul, Core Suppressed I've never Yearned for much Yet I Crave Your Time, Devoted Obsession, Most of All Your Tender Touch! You Are My Sun, I Am Your Moon Set My Heart on Ablaze, Disintegrate the Gilded Cage...

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The searing sun has long been a revolving revelation of angst, repelling songs of the skies, sung by the strings of the wings. Pallid, poised only by muscle memory - a compositional backdrop, past the point of revival, yet something inside me still ticks. A trembling truth that never drifts, these broken blues: a silent shadow with loud hues. The bones...

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"There's a river meandering through the mind." Follow it and leave the world behind. Don't be in such a rush. Hear a nightingale. See a thrush. There are many things to find. The space inside the head is not confined. All things are sweetly intertwined. Sipping ice-cold lemonades, Annette, the neighbor girl in braids - such memories, by...

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