Imagination Muse Poems

According to Jung, “The creative urge lives and grows in a person like a tree in the earth from which it draws its nourishment. We...

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Late one afternoon,
wind chimes rang a pleasant tune.
Sun would soon defer to moon.

Breeze blew warm and light,
wooing my desire to write.
Imagination took flight.

I wish I...

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A belle, ethereal and calm,
Was cursed with eternal tears.
Her grace was destined to decay, 
were that which caused her tears revealed.

Her face, a sparkling mess...

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I sit and ponder what lay yonder
So many paths to choose looking for my muse
Inspiration all around, my imagination shall abound. 
Following my intuition, I...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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My muse
Am I just another experience to you?
My beloved beauty, of divine grace
My soul, my heart, my mind, everything
All yours
You were everything to me
My waking...

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Blazing guns have a way with the weight
of words, when you're caught in between
green fields of summer and thorns, 
Much of the soul follows 
the...

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The serenading stream leaps in swirling rapture
in the dancing shadows of the swaying trees.
The diamond dew drops draping the glinting grass tips
lace lilting lattice on...

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Sleeping was an effort. Humidity draped
my skin like wet clothing as if I had 
spent the night in a steamy rain forest.
 
Gradually, I rolled...

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Outside my window the glimpse of a twinkling muse 
sprinkling little bits of imagination into my soul.

I espy a little Reindeer prancing in the deep,...

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Someone asks if my literary work is fiction or reality
Engaging and inspiring those to read with affection
Expressing my thoughts and feelings through poetry
Weaving my spiritual,...

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In this whole world of inspiration, a barrier I now face, 
It is an ailment of the mind, of brain waves so encased, 
It’s like...

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my muse 
springs awake 
from slumber;
in overdrive 
at the crack of dawn.
my mind's eye
wide open; 
my imagination,
a bird spreading
it's elephantine wingspan,
taking dizzying flight.
poetic inspirations
are breadcrumbs
scattering
here...

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What if love is the religion,
and heaven a voice 
with no ego; 
synchronized in 
harmonious hope,
speaking dialects
of kindness?
What if hell is a myth, 
and evil...

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The traffic, always busy,
Seemingly streams smoothly
Slithering through unsupervised
Synaptic stop signs,
Thoughts colliding with ideas
Arriving at synchronistic solutions
Within the cranial carnival side show
High fiving the flirtatious filaments
Of...

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