Imaginative Poems

The bell

I'll take a trip with my imagination 
I'll surf on the waves of reality 
I'll ask my conscience for clarification 
Then flirt and wink at my frailty

A spectrum of all that can be
Is cluttered by reality's mist
It hardens with what i need to see
But i punch through it with desire's fist

No more shall i be

Ghost Bolero

Why are you found between the silences after culminations of art?
The pianissimos of ballad chords
I whisper a song beneath the hollows of my lips with eyes closed as if to pray.
And as if to say: 
You are everywhere.

As I ghost bolero alone with mannequins made of air.

Hold Fast, Wake Not From Such Imaginative Dreams

Hold Fast, Wake Not From Such Imaginative Dreams


I woke to exist within a splinter of Light
Leaving behind vanity and pleasures of night
An enigma, a soul fleeing from surging blight
Alone upon a racing sea of newborn sight.

Hold fast, wake not from such imaginative dreams.
Tarry thee longer, flee not to darkened world's schemes.

I saw, birth of frost

Imaginative Art

A pink polka-dotted unicorn flies high
over the land of fairies, with flare and heart.
And zany birds and wacky cats wave goodbye,
in paintings filled with imaginative art.


(Quatrain)


7/27/2021


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Imaginative

Poetry missing,
Words in my mind scattering.
Stories incomplete,
Scenes in my mind animating.

Drawings dissatisfying,
Visions in my mind manifesting.
Artistry depletes,
Ideas in my mind revitalizing.

Dreams shattering,
Thoughts in my mind realizing.
Creativity fading,
Feelings in my mind restoring.

Imagination

I don’t know much about trees. They probably don’t know much about me either, although we share an overlapping space, spilling over as we do, into each other’s universe. This one has beautiful, small, dark green leaves. In late summer it creates small clusters of berries that quickly darken, from green to orange to bright

The Imaginative Lad

The Imaginative Lad


The blissful boy at the kitchen
table,delineating his Christmas list.
His Pomeranian puppy licking his cold, 
growing, beautiful toes.
Hot chocolate ambiances and
wheat toast, zephyrs up his nose.

He is a prodigious  child,with a
temperament, so marvelously mild.
Learning from grandmother to
write classic poetry.
"No one-liner poems from you,"
pronounced she.
"Use your heritage, our beautiful 
English language!"

On Christmas Day, Grandmother
received a

Delightful Insightful Imaginative Poem

Imaginative
And fantastical
Ideas from my muse
A mysterious
Missive in my mind

Leaping dancing
An opening
Of possible
Dream paths

Delightful
Insightful
Cleverly

Quickly
Jotted

Poem

Imaginative Lover

Falling in love felt like crossing the longest ocean
My nerves just couldn't break out of the shell
I thought it insecure, terrifying and probably depressive
Yet the thought of warm and tight hugs impressed me 
The cuddling and staring at someone like forever 


All this happened in my dreams 
Because reality was like the darkest sky
My being

Imagination

I am imaginative and always seem to daydream,
About fairies and rainbows and colorful cones of ice cream.

Imaginative Artist

Imaginative artist


You have beauty and charm.
You are interesting and intriguing.
Your soul is dark; I like your art;
When you sink I want to be sinking.


You are hopeful; I’m a romantic.
I think we could do it.
You are as doubtful as I am.
Let’s not even take the chance.
Would you like one final dance,
To say goodbye to what once

Kiosk Now

My infancy was the time for imagining your unique beauty
As the saprophyte danced in the magical fountain of ambiguity
You ingenuously stole my pulverized heart with your duality
Your ironware, I mean those muscles, were more than fruitful

Just like inner potency to inspire my spirit; they were my infinity
Because the dancing spirits obliquely touched me as I

The Imaginative Person's Plight

There’s no place in this world for people like me
People with hope and people with dreams
People who don’t have to see to believe
People pleased by the most simple of things.

There’s no place on this earth for poets like me
Who like rhythm and rhyming schemes
Who’ll take it short or take it long
But like it best when

Best Toy For An Imaginative Girl

Tiny package under the tree
Could not be my wish come true
But note inside addressed to me
Leads me to something shiny new

Standing proud in the driveway
The thing I very most desire
A bicycle red finally came my way!
Of this gift I'd never tire

At times this bike would be a horse
Steady gait then galloping free
Nostrils flaring and snorting

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