Imagining Poems - Poems about Imagining

It's the imagination her inspiration inspires, As you feel the luminance of the sun's healing power , Her neurology attracts a frequency match , She shares a lifetime of beauty meant to attach , Tears , soulful joy & everything rare , She taught me to love with kindness & care , A lifetime I treasure beyond one can measure , Through...

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After The Rain Waiting For The Rainbow After the rain there are gray clouds, Floating around in the blue sky, Alone in the country and thinking of you, Wishing you were here in my world, Mend my heartache and ease the pain, After the rain there are those clouds, Hovering around in the gray sky, Casting shadows and sending me doubts Will you...

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*** IMAGINING (a Devotion Series Poem) *** My beloved, do you see my eyes Approaching near to sweet tears Whenever your intimate touch Comes — as you brush my hair or reassuringly pat me twice — Before proceding with the tasks at hand, Leaving me to sit ...

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in the cosmos, communication is constantly zipping and zinging on fiber optic wavelengths only evolved aliens can decipher and see imagine them as firefly rhinestones in lavender, coral and turquoise....

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the storm is not letting up it might be getting worse I walk toward the lighthouse bringing daddy’s lunch have sailors been missing? what kind of night did he have? I look out into the sea imagining the worst...

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It’s in the head The voices no one heard The screams and yelling of millions nerd Dragging bodies soak in blood on the ground The disgust only my heart could feel in dread Illusionary images on wall like pictures in frame Voices echoing from inside and outside It is absorbing yet intense Broken veins loosing blood to parasite Dead humans lying in...

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Heated only by stars— Another night without you. It bites out my very veins, This shudder from some animal That made its house-home in my soul Now since you’re gone. I won’t play too hard with my dark side, Though they say now I must. I’m remembering you instead—our dreams in stardust, In the light or night of day. Are you getting the...

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hanging tenuously from tree branch the ripe object of temptation sunlight peeks through the hill trees signaling arrival of a new day more a curse than a blessing, less a decision than affirmation worn leather valise undergoes the rigors of final journey faded granite marker put in position two hundred years ago no matter how tight we cling to existence,...

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Yellow, orange and pink were the modern colors of the late sixties. Stripes were being worn with flowers, and paisleys were big. Artists were daring new things never dared before in recorded history. Helping to lead our flexible mindset into the roaring seventies. Fashion shook the nation almost as much as the Viet Nam war. Laugh-in rivaled Heehaw’s monopoly on...

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For fun we played a mind-game, deciding to imagine a perfect dragon. She put together a plump pink dragon that blew rainbow bubbles and smelled of minty chewing gum. Mine was an iridescent cockatrice, a spiny feathered serpent that vomited hydrogen Sulfide coating all with the stench of rotting eggs. “Ugh!” She cried! Then I added that already her dragon had been eaten by killer...

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I was a child of the 60’s— I marched for peace and love…if I recall which is why I have a Pablo Stanley poster with his interpretation of my favorite song, Imagine, hanging on my wall… John Lennon released Imagine on September 9th, 1971…and every January I like to revisit it…as a new year has begun. As one...

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Only in Dreams The star of one's heart seen in dreams, is the star of sleeps silver screen.Quote - Poets own Imaginary love Daphne awaits Smiling even though her lonesome heart aches She lives in an unreal dreamlike world In dreams her hopes start to become unfurled. Peering through hazy mist someone appears Daphne is reduced to shed joyous tears Her dreamboat is a...

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Reality leaves a lot to the imagination John Lennon IMAGINING ONLY WHAT I REMEMBER abrupt the falling cord’s tight and coiled serpent hiss reality reverberates into space imagination makes haste fetal position tethered to a voice uttering no relief potentiality death a bright room the cheerfulness of white walls and too white gown and death cheerfulness you say It keeps our feet from...

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Some say that when we die, our souls soar up and touch the sky, And even those with songs unsung across the universe will be flung. Perhaps to far-off galaxies or places that no earthling sees. Can you imagine places that no one has even heard of yet? The energy or spark we call the soul will not end up – I’m sure –...

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After the Occupational Therapist told me I’d never walk again (see my poem “What She Said”); I was in shock, but my being turned to my ballet days to recall when my legs were strong and I immediately wrote this, while listening to The Butterfly Concerto. It is a poem of my courage. “THE DANCE...

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