Poetry on human imagination that reaches as far as mind can travel. A collection of imagination poems, so beautifully liberating, one starts living in the world of possibilities. Imaginative poetry infests such magical powers to our thoughts, we can be what we think of being. Reading each of this poem about imagination takes us a step closer to our crazier self, a self that is lost in the rut of daily life. Imagine and poetry shall happen to you!
The tears have fallen; The Blood has shed. I might be hearing voices. I think I’m in a nightmare. My mind is spinning in a thousand directions; What is happening? I’m feeling out of control; This seems out of my
I’m hooked to this rusted gate and in a corner, That’s me – choking, and just choking, from slit ventilation and you just ignore. I hold your responses and stack all that comes, That’s me – waiting, and just waiting,
In the heavenly abode of dense tropics , lies mighty Ashoka, medicinal Neem and ancient Banyan recounting tales of bygone era , mingling with smiling primrose , naughty berries , listening to roaring lion , chatting cuckoo, all living together
Would four-leaf clover give me better luck? A lot better than this forget-me-not? But rose that in your book I once did tuck, I never knew what destiny it got; Shall I conspire with wind to sing your name? Or
Entangled in strings, my heart plucks a twang sometimes a tune in melody and sometimes offkey notes I strike. Pulled between the two a knotty yo yo I do. it is then I lapse into a silence that takes me
Slipped from the tree fell into the beautiful bushes Tickling the hell out of me Cold Cold water touch my feet to comfort Wasteful thoughts sieved out Let’s call upon the sunlight and complete this Portrait that consists of me
I wished once to be a mountain Rivers flowing by my side My feet resting where waters drain Seawards, and there to meet the tide Then, wished I to be that river Meandering on course diverse Heading to sea till
Let’s be swans in another life, Stand in peace side by side. Touch one another with eyes, Look chaste and princely white. Purity we will symbolize, When we spread up to rise, Become envoys from the skies And sing together
Flipping pages inhaling words Like open arms and fluttering birds. A clay pot, a blue sky. Paddy fields passing by. Just touch each word, it comes to life With laughter, anger, pleasure and strife I travel with people living in
The earth shook violently Everybody thought it was an earthquake They rushed out of their homes And took shelter in the open! One Man sat on his bed smiling, Realizing… Knowing fully well… That Mother Earth Had reciprocated The vibrations
O sleepless night! I am in love with you! O youthful night, the belle of the ball! Thine veritable messengers, the stars, the comets And the meteors Arrived on time. How majestic they are, these celestial bodies! How magnificent is
I wake up to cobble stone steps, And the smell of decadent crepes! Next thing I know, I’m sipping Chardonnay, While the harmonica in the background, plays. I’m cycling through fields of sun-kissed vines, With picturesque views, I’m cheerily entwined.
Have you ever heard the tale about the hedgehog with no spikes, such a sweet little boy who all the other’s didn’t like? A case of alopecia, there was nothing they could do, such a sad little hedgehog who cried
Dragonfly on the rock. Daydreams in the sky. Men that matter on the deck. Women a far cry. Children fishing on the rocks, gathering crabs that claw. Picking nets of blue synthetic, meshed like entwined twine. Twirling networks on ship
Black hole in my china cup, You swirl round in vortices; Rising, falling, twirling up, You mind me no notices! In your twirling eye, black As pitch, I see me in a café; Sitting up and sitting back, Stirring black-hole
A wretched little hut still stands. Stained windows, a cranky door. There was laughter in it once, but nobody lives here anymore. Broken down by the waves of time, Still putting up a bold front. Violence, loneliness, pain, people moved
My mind Is a wandering albatross! It soars High-up Into the azure blue sky Over the seas And oceans Where no other bird flies! It does not Look for land To descend after a long And tiring flight! It is
Your heart is the function of my life, the junction to my freedom and happiness. Your eyes deviate me from my penalties, giving me the chance to oscillate my mind in your gaze. Your gesture is what differentiates my luck
This is me. What do I look like? Well…I look a bit like this: Tall, slim, longish hair… But what colour is my hair? Blond? Brown? Bubblegum pink? And how does my story go? Well…it goes something like this: You
I believe the ‘wee of a day’ Is the early morning when The babes are still sleeping The cocks have not yet crowed Hounds are just coming from the hunt Owls have not yet started dreaming. I believe the ‘wee
Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.