Imaginary beings have been imagining.
Ghosts, like moths, see only your flickering flame.
Dark desires are the unborn you give life to,
they are motes in your reflecting mirror-mind,
hot embers so infinitesimally small,
that they can hide a lifetime
in the pupil of one eye.
Imaginary beings offer a certain reality,
they give thanks to all your secrets,
make love to the weight of your desires,
then, return to that fantasy persona
to reimagine you once more
as a comic book hero,
one only the purest of heart
may read.
Reimagine the future
honor the past
Live in the moment
first ever last
Change the perspective
fences destroyed
Polar invectives
cursed to employ
The baby and bathwater
image du jour
Becoming the instant
your lens is secured
Honor the future
reimagine the past
Live beyond either
— your essence recast
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Maybe it is not fair,
that I have been
clinging to an idea of you—
because maybe
the real you—tempered between
my fits of desires and invention—
carries less music,
walks a busier street,
is too mundane—too prosaic
to haunt me the way
my dreams cruelly
reimagine you.
8.10.25
ill drive down the highway at one eighty two
you'll say that'll we'll die but i know that can't be true
cause the strings and the signs of fate pulled us together
and they won't tear us apart for as long as i'll remember
the moon in the sky is so far away
in a big pit of darkness we call outer space
yet you always say you'll go there and back
cause our love will shine through the black
i love you too the moon and back is what you'd always say
and now your gone it's what i'll say every single day
how could I have let you go without knowing i feel the same way
I think about telling you more and more each day
hand in hand and lip on lip is what i reimagine
just you and me and a little tree that i've already planted
please fly on your rocket to one of Jupiter's many moons
to save me from falling out of love with you
you say you never knew that's what my heart reflected
I guess my eye's lie more than I expected
my heart tells my brain what it doesn't want to hear
so my brain mutes my heart, my thoughts and feelings cleared
leaving room for nothing and no-one as you were once near
your presence once filled the void and all it left were tears
Its your B’day,
Time to be Happy & gay.
Put on that lovely smile & walk that extra mile!
After all the cakes you bake,
The calorie counter is at stake!
Lay down the boots, drop the shoulder.
Take rest, let the mind wander.
alas it’s your day,
Give the ADDA team a break,
Your dedication is doing wonders,
ADDA is growing stronger…
Whip up a Ganache, make a turnover,
Apple or pineapple –nah, do it with durian when not sober!
Deconstruct a pavlova, reimagine an opera,
A pinch here, a dash there,
A drizzle, a flambe…
Life’s boring- create some melodrama!
Dance a tune, declutter the mind,
Don’t play mommy tonight!
The Girls are teens now,
Let them loose today, don’t raise a brow!
Ask Hubby to be at his best,
Toast a bubbly & forget the rest!
Alas, it’s your B’day,
& You deserve the very best!
Words
Are not sufficient to express
The devastation waves that crashes
Into a dead wish
Exhaustion
Engulf the body of cocooning tiredness
To sprawl upon hard cold surfaces
Reimagine arms around
Cognizane
The lack thereof
Or rather the insufficient energy
Of helplessness wailing
Heat
The boilover pits of Dante's Inferno
Trickling forlorn perspire
Puff of hot breaths suffocatingly pants
Numb
Glazed vacant eyes pumps fuel
Creaking of vector gears
Dumb words spill as arbituary normalcy
Deadpan disguised as half truths
If words were to be expressed,I chose to be silent
If exhaustion means to live,I rather be dead
If to be held down and abide, I rather grovel while i weep
If heat is a normal occurance in a lifetime,I rather freeze to death
If my intelligence precedes your understanding,I rather play dumb
If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was
When consciousness dies
will birth reoccur
no longer indentured
to time and its spurs
If consciousness dies
do rainbows of light
take over our essence
transcending our sight
When consciousness dies
is confusion bereft
as reference get buried
—and prescience resets
(The New Room: March, 2023)
If your courage lasted for
just an instant
Overriding your fear,
all excuses behind
If one choice you made
could then reimagine
A world once illusioned
—stepping out of your dreams
(The New Room: February, 2021)
On sunny days walk beneath the aesthetic pine trees
that gently undulate in the tepid Roman breeze,
their image is reflected in the Tiberius' flowing water;
majestic is the Colosseum, the mighty power of Rome,
it has withstood time, wars, earthquakes, and pillage...
stand in front of it and reimagine emperor Nero, so fair,
inciting the crowds to hail him as a god while they caught his bread:
what was his real reason for burning Rome: madness, anger, or dread?
Did Virgil, the Mantovian poet, love and admire Rome
when Augustus ruled the empire and was worshiped?
No, he chose Naples to write the epic poem Aeneid
in a location that stunned, but he was too far from home!
The Campanian landscape was the perfect setting
as Virgil brought to life Aeneas, the Trojan captain, escaping
burning Troy to realize his fate and embark for Italy without doubting;
and Rome vainly waited for his return and hear his brilliant poem
in the Forum to amaze Caesar while senators applauded him!
Luxurious lingering, lovingly lithe, lounging
Reposing, relaxed responsive respite
Enjoying enthusiastic exciting meditative moments
Replenish, rejuvenate and reimagine yourself
Necessary nirvana of niceness to face felonious friends
Who wander into your zone,
Unilaterally uncaring, and unconcerned,
That your feelings are important also.
Right foot into this little dimple that you can toe in on aggressively so it’s opposing the left hand, then you can, like, zag over across to this flat, down-pulling crimp that’s small but you can bite it.
[From Honnold’s climbing notebook.]
For me, the most transcendental feat –
your smeared soles at Freeblast Slabs,
your shoulder jammed into Offwidth
and cardiac-kick at the Boulder
were: Inspirational; unimaginable.
We sit in theatre chairs white-gripping
our armrests and, too often, eyes closed.
Up on El Cap as much as we’ll e’er be,
We twist our bodies in synchrony.
We’ve seen how immeasurable
the possible; the achievable
of the inconceivable. At last,
an image beyond the past; a hero
of no vanquished enemy,
brawling limitless potentiality.
Following your lead, we reimagine
how we might ascend our vallied lives.
The real is thrown'
Imaginations personable
False are the dreams
Awake yourself
Realize the premise
Border your thoughts
Reimagine yourself
You've grown
Now you rest
Real is caught
Get on the bus
Your real
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Why can’t you just be evil? Like my mind
wants you to be: Unfaithful, shameful.
I want to hate you! But you’re too kind
and no matter you are always thankful
of me and my song of desperation
for pain and its un-winnable future.
I know! A heart’s betrayal may come
disguised as death bringing this return
to memory of past regret, unyielding
regret, this plan of me my only way out.
Understand unending and what may be.
Believe in the certainty of two hearts.
Trust in the flesh and the way it feels
on fingertips, lips... Trust love—it is real.
Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp!
JustThatArchaicPoet Contest
Poem chose “Knock, Knock”
Adam’s Garden yeilds a tree
Grown from the roots of Hell
Rare Forbidden fragrant fruit
On golden branches; Rapture fell
But Adam stepped one fig away
From Satan’s dying Curse
This world remained a Paradise
And Eve escaped the pain of birth!
No ghastly storms for Noah
With Arc afloat in driven rains
No frantic fear of drowning
Forty nights and some odd days
Cain would not slay Abel
No Tower found in Babel
Seeds of Life were never planted
Generations never born
No Sins in need of repentance
Nor Judgment days in Heaven
To receive their final sentence
The highest price was paid
For Adam's abstinence
Contest - Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp by Just That Archaic Poet
Inspired by his poem - Damn You, Eve
Great poetry requires
finesse and rhyme,
this impatient poetess
gives it her time.
Poetry needs heart
and soul and tears,
I showed you what
was hidden for years.
Poetry requires thoughts
running free on the page,
you were the key
that unlocked my cage.
Poetry has a rhythm
if given a chance,
you were the one
who asked me to dance.
I give it my all
with time and finesse,
and together with heart
have made a success.
Written for Just That Archaic Poet's contest -
"Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp!"
Inspired by his poem, "You and I and I and You"
(My interpretation was "opposites attract". I am the total opposite personality of what a poet should be. Yet, poetry and I get along great!)
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.