Imagination Poems | Examples of Imagination Poetry

do you think i belong here? so close to you, so near oh Penelope did you hear? she wants me right there.. but I am lost in deep mess in a pit, a fissure, an Abyss oh canopy of tall...Read the rest...

In a flowerbed You are the daisy Shy Tender Pure To be looked at with Love And reverie...Read the rest...

portmanteau most fowl conceived of a twisted mind— turducken madness...Read the rest...

. Write hear Front yourn ...Read the rest...

Once more into the breach. I close my eyes, And go to sleep. As my mind goes fallow, ...Read the rest...

while letting the great magician pull a white fluffy rabbit from out of a black stove top hat with a sleight of hand only through the dark arts of blue smoke and mirrors...Read the rest...

A flood of unfamiliar faces, Shoes with Velcro, not with laces, Missing memories, times and places, Hosting in the hospital here, Staring at strangers? someone dear? Is it not what it may seem? Is it real, or do I dally with a...Read the rest...

A most beautiful day The Son of Suns, shining brightly on us all Not hot yet, but bright. A million butterfly’s swarm Lighting on and around Myriads of flowers surrounding. See them in such moving colors Each on their own chosen way,...Read the rest...

I don’t know, I don’t know Why I love, love you so So much, so much my darling I can never fathom the ring The invisible ring bestowed On my neck. I cannot swallow The terrible pain in my throat I can...Read the rest...

Your onyx hair curled and cascaded wild, some swirled in the stream of craving squall, some laced the lilting lattice of lust on your forehead of ivory canvas, carving contours of evanescent charisma. I can’t believe I...Read the rest...

Time an elusive thread, Unraveling mysteries, yet time remains unread and unknown. From birth to death, its secrets keep winding, Yet its origin, and ours, reprove our theories. A journey through aeon, our pale...Read the rest...

Premonitions rush at me ~ Odd their angles ...Read the rest...

He loves me, he loves me not. I can, but he cannot. I'm the favorite, that much is clear, I know he loves me, though he hides it, I fear. So happy! Wealth and fame are mine, The center...Read the rest...

Who says that books can't have babies or be dead Who says on another planet or airplane that people aren't read instead And the books might say, "You can't read a person by its cover -- yellow, brown, white or red." "Everything...Read the rest...

Whimsy flowers On the edge of sleep Mirage-like echoes Singing off key Arias Challenge The closing curtain Whispers Hidden In the dusk Of dreams Dance In the vapory mist Of sleep’s Oasis. ...Read the rest...