Imaginations Poems - Poems about Imaginations

Sometimes it feels that Waves have ensnared in my mind But at some glance,that Waves are screaming in my head The nights be embracing me With coldy sorrows of breeze My hands be welcoming the sea with Open hands seeking for fresh...Read the rest...

He's been part hero part villain Struggling with her toying His babe's tossed his heart in a grinder Yet smiles at him He know what u doing It hurts like crazy She puts her blame on him Babe thinks he's a fool Doesn't...Read the rest...

Vain imaginations, like clouds in the sky Darkening my vision, and causing me to lie Down, oh pride, and vain conceits, I say Clear the way for truth, and chase the shadows away Unbelief, the thief, that steals my...Read the rest...

If only I could take you on a tour To the worlds that my brain has built And show you the lives I live The colors I paint my walls with The stories I draft on my brain cells The...Read the rest...

I open the books, turn around the pages Just to find you in it, to find ‘us' in it Hidden messages and imaginations of What you might do to me What I might do to you The touch of...Read the rest...

I build an imagination from your love, sweetheart Maybe two days from today I'll be in for a sick bay Struggling to get my breath sustain me at least a day, To see you again. Just maybe an hour...Read the rest...

They love to play a game they call ‘Let’s Imagine’ because they never know the things that they will do or the places they will go. They might imagine they’re riding on a cloud…or walking among...Read the rest...

~I saw what I saw with my heart and yet my eyes bleeds with tears of doubt 2/3/22 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...Read the rest...

SURREAL IMAGINATIONS painted  dreams     flamboyant& intricate     marbled into subtle hues emotional power     somewhat discordant intertwined    in     radical innovation ravishing    rhythmic atmospheres vapour    floating in air THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making...Read the rest...

The black and white devil clouds, Becomes true beauty for me. The sweetest vioce of singing birds, Becomes a Song for me. The stable leaves and branches of still trees, Becomes high flying Birds for...Read the rest...

"Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude ... whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers" ...Read the rest...

Stretch, hold, sketch, fetch, etch, told fletch gold. Paint ink quaint, wait, kink, late link. PAINT INK QUAINT, WAIT, KINK, LATE LINK. STRETCH, HOLD, SKETCH, FETCH, ETCH, TOLD, ...Read the rest...

Imagine with me that your local political economic community, municipality, bioregion is a communication network already at hand, like a potentially benign kingdom or mutually informed democracy, Which is what some residents actively hope for as a peaceful sacred communion and others engage in active voting campaigns and...Read the rest...

Lightening and thunder striking ruinously Thou I'm shocked but not lost After all I'm free from horror Beautiful and glittering roses beckon Thou I didn't succumb to that mystery of bad icon Nippy raindrops roll on me while...Read the rest...

Imagine, for the two thousand and twentieth time, Yang is hierarchical upside power hungry from above, authorized to prey on those yins below, however resiliently they may pray. Yang grows politically overpowering strengths of an autonomously omnipotent god, pejoratively associated with patriarchy, and ethologically...Read the rest...