Imagine Poems - Poems about Imagine

I hate my neighbour and want to kill them. I imagine their car being squashed by trucks like jam sandwiches. Red crusts. I daydream that their staircase collapses like factories ready for demolition. I fantasise they swallow glass instead of coffee and bleach in place of milk. I conjure images of their flesh peeling like skin from a potato....

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The Cat in a Hat sat on a mat (the mat was flat) when Pat a bat who was fat (a flying rat) chasing a gnat (the gnat went zzzat) dropped in (splat!) for a chat (what a brat) but (tit for tat) was told to scat imagine that! (Moral of the story: Uninvited unwelcome) ...

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You can only try, Give it your best shot. Wear a winning smile. Plant a positive thought. You're on your way now. You're looking good. Moving forward. Out in front. Aim high above the clouds, and you can fly! Believe in yourself. Dreams can come true. Set your goals high. Don't limit yourself. Create ideas and experiment. Let your mind lead you. Soon you will find, all the amazing things you can...

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I heard Imagine, one of my favorite songs, this Juneteenth morning and thought how John Lennons’s lyrics and music still ring true…. I suppose that’s because imagining is also one of my favorite things to do. When I’m shocked and saddened at the hatred and prejudice I see I imagine a world where people embrace our differences and live...

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There are many times, When we are stuck, Like when a player exclaims, “Checkmate!”, And our king falls, as it is struck. At that point, The game is lost, It is over, Despite how we were flossed. There are also moments, When we need to perform it right, There’s only one chance, To match time and heart’s delight. One of those occasions, Might be to propose, At...

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John and Yoko, quite prone to unite, In bed, they'd protest, day and night. With "Peace" as their plea, And "Imagine," you see, "Two untouched," they'd claim, with delight! ©bfa032125 ...

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"Ballinger's pride will be the death of him," Was the last muttering of the old cyclops before The poison took over. Never trust unicorn bartenders. Young Gallimay, the town's token centaur, Walked into this scene: Serren's body laid across the bar. Tempest the unicorn bartenders cleaned pint glasses. (All ladee-da.) Two old frog friends sat in the back with lagers,...

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I do not own a pair of pajamas In winter, what do I do Do I pile on the covers or do I lie there and shiver ...

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A pearlized chrysalis in the night sky Constellations twinkling in Goddess-like fashion I stare at the nearly round orb, She brings a delightful wonder to the evening Imagine my surprise if she would open And a giant monarch would swoop down Light on this balcony and touch her forehead to mine I stare into the evening, imagining her delicate touch Loving the idea...

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Imagine getting sick of thinking what if. Imagine getting sick of not believing in thyself. Imagine waking up every morning with a goal and a plan. Selah. You work toward your goal vehemently. And that plan you can always modify, but from it you never relent. Selah. God blew His breath, which imbued in every crevice Until our metaphysics lit up. He...

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( Hold onto this anchor please) When all seems lost and all stars gone Imagine lights and you won't be alone When sadness quakes and voices mock Imagine the skies among with whom you'll flock When happiness fades and madness runs Imagine colours brighter than the sun When fires scorch and winters blow cold Imagine spring letting love unfold When you're drowning under...

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Imagine a place Where no discrimination exists Where there is no topic of color or race Imagine a place Devoid of judgment and despair Devoid of criticisms, differences, and nasty glares Imagine a place That doesn’t compare The way we walk and what we wear In this place, it does not matter The texture of smoothness or roughness of hair In such a place, all...

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How far we've fallen. About a half century ago there was a young man living in John Lennon's Garden. disillusioned- dirty -confused. Outside his mansion John came out briefly chatting with the man Inviting him in for a bite to eat. Imagine that, treating a grubby stranger like a king. Fast forward-2024 a couple nights before X-mas. A woman fast asleep on a...

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