Love Poems About Imagination or Imagination Love Poems
by Linda-Marie Sweetheart |
Categories: love, me,

Touch

"TOUCH" I want to touch your life and leave a mark ... ... a deep impression ... So you will think of me and of my smile ... ... my sweet expression ... I long to touch your life and leave a sign ... ... a warm inscription ... So you will care for me and keep in mind ... ... a clear description ... I need to touch your life and leave a joy ..,. ... an inspiration ... So you will love me soon in reality ... ... not imagination ...
*For S.K.A.T.'s give it to me straight contest ...

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: analogy, life,

When We Were Young

When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could  be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss

Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from stones
That dreams come true but only with expense 
And happy ever after's come and gone

Yet some of us still wish upon a star
Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold
Reality is life for most comes hard
And love like water runs both hot and cold

Like you I wish that fairy tales came true
But grown ups know they very seldom do



   by Daniel Turner

by Charlie Smith |
Categories: giving, love,

Love's Reflection

Love neither gives or takes but from itself. Be not wiled by fantasies of arrogance. Take no more than is offered by yourself. Leave nothing trapped in tortured irrelevance. Seek not a barter for desires that sue your heart. Worthiness is the only tender that comes due. Suffer willingly the melody of pain it may impart. Bleed joyfully from the wounds that will ensue. As tree branches lift their hopes towards Heaven's door, hands together reaching higher than alone will seek heights that love's imagination most beautifully implores that from a poets words unending ecstasy must speak. Whatever you desire your life to be, may loves reflection be all you see


by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beauty, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts, music

Callused Fingers

Callused fingers press vibrating strings; drawing passion from a violin. With the burnished wood snug to his cheek, the violinist plays from his heart. Subtle vibes saturate my being as crying strings elicit feelings. And expounding on love's betrayal; music stirs the imagination. His bow hangs like a lingering kiss; savoring the taste of ecstasy. And then, with tears trickling down his cheek, he unleashes unbridled fervor. Experiencing pangs of rapture; sound slips the bounds of reality. And every note penetrates my heart; igniting fiery flames of passion.

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: beach, beautiful, imagery, imagination, innocence, love

Agony And Ecstasy

Cascading waves wash ashore, tickling toes, they ebb and flow; as moonbeams set a thousand jewels sparkling upon the shoal. Smiles summon sweet emotions as we stroll upon the beach, hand in hand under a starry sky; pausing to build castles in the sand. And in this state of blissfulness, two lonely souls unite for all eternity. Our hopes and tears willingly shared; trust defines the essence of caring. And yet, love offers us much more; facilitating fantasies, while fulfilling dreams. Agony and ecstasy meld with each passionate kiss. And my heart's consumed by fire; having never felt a love as intense as this.

by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, care, creation, imagination, inspiration, lonely

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: emotions, feelings, hope, hurt, imagery, love hurts

Everything's Okay

Love feels like an illusion; a mix of lies and the truth. For it's non-responsive to the expectations of youth. Facing doubt and frustration; bravado falters, then slips. And yet, in your fantasies, passion congers eager lips. Hope courts imagination; summoning a dreamy smile. And you find your private place, where you haven't been for a while. You're searching for a soulmate who’ll embrace your existence. So, you continue to look; with undying persistence. You fall in and out of love with the ghosts of yesterday. And yet, feigning happiness; say everything's okay.

by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, imagination, introspection, longing,

Self

I am a lady
In a white dress
My desire only to be softly caressed
So I take my paint brush, and delinquently paint
My face that pleads let love become quaint
I confess  to my brushes
Let a man stroke me 
With eloquence and grace
As he gazes into the love on my face
La fenêtre you see that I paint so clear
You have to climb in through it
To hold me so dear
Can you not see into my soft sad lonely eyes?
I desire myself
Wrapped inside of you
On canvas
I shall paint forever
Myself
That never existed

by James Marshall Goff |
Categories: life

Who I Am

My Inventory:

flashlights
high-performance yo-yo
poetry books
fishing poles
ice-fishing hut
regret
pocket knife
sharpening stones
laughter
boomerangs
passwords
life's artifacts
Grandpa's Fishing Hat
hope and joy
Guardian Angel
wooden snow-sleds
more poetry books
olde-tyme-radios
compassion
camping gear
Babar, the Stuffed-Elephant
Angel-in-a-basket
imagination
McCoy Cookie Jars
nature field-guides
forgiveness
Soup-friends
ties I don't wear
family heirloom recipes
suits I try not to wear
treasured photographs
170 poems
antique lamps
my Children's love

......and You

       my Savior

           ....... Jesus Christ

by Kash Poet |
Categories: imagination, love, romance,

Last Night When You Were In Deep Sleep

Last night when you were in deep sleep I scribbled a poem on your bare back, a page so soft--with love bites and moles I used them to cut the t's and dot the i's; my finger tips' softly turn created ripples in a placid lake where you prepared to take a dip in your dream, my words followed you in that unknown land secretly to know your destination. I remembered to forget every scribbled word as it was my gift to the sleepless night, she was picking up each word one by one and kept them in her lap of silence. For the first time,you never knew how a poem was born and lost in the silence of night. © kash poet (kashinath karmakar) =====================================

by Judy Bonin |
Categories: fantasy, imagination, loss

Dream Light

Hardened solid is the clay
That shapes the way I am today
I dream escape from endless grief
Restoring child-like belief

Experience has made me cold
Stolen who I was before
Left behind half of a whole
Changed the essence of my core

I wish to dance in brilliant light
Cleanse my soul with gentle rain
Slumber sound in dark of night
At dawn awaken without pain

Soar up high in skies above
Gaze down upon meadows green
To once again believe in love
To have faith in things unseen

Memories that formed the clay
Although impossible to do
Will them all to melt away
And live the bliss that I once knew

by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: children, color, fun, nursery rhyme,

- Build Play and Learn With Lego -

                                    Lego in many fresh colours
                                    they belong to my brothers

                                 Hocus pocus, endless adventure
                                    turning up the temperature

                                  They love these building blocks
                             driven by imagination, create a red fox

                             There are no limits to what you can build
                        The Eiffel Tower probably 300 meters, so thrilled
 
                                       The world's best playtime
                                         ... evening or daytime

by Emmanuel Samson |
Categories: death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature

Stairway To Heaven

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....

by Ken Carroll |
Categories: beauty, love, lust, sexy,

Dampened Sheets

I am the sultry silence
the wishbone
of your dreams
feel my warm breath
slither down your throat
across your chest
feel my transparent tongue...

We rage the erotic battle
I feel your pulse race
my fingers of flame
caress all that is yours
I am your imagination
arching above your feminine form
I sink slowly into you...

Just so you know my love
you will never be able
to shake me from your dreams
I will seduce you to a place
beyond mere thoughts and words
tonight, dream of us...

by Daniel Turner |
Categories: fantasy, fun, imagination, metaphor,

An Unwritten Fairytale

Inside an inkwell, lives a fairy tale
A classic, filled with love and misery
Where," Once upon a time" has long set sail
And "happy ever after's" yet to be

It's plot, a knight, once schooled in chivalry
His quest for love, the dragons he has slain
From Crusades 'round the world to frippery
The jousts with Father Time who drew disdain

Yet deep inside is where brave knight remains
A lifetime of adventures, good and bad
The love he searches for, still unobtained
Still finding peace, his "grail" this Gallahad

Perhaps, I'll buy a quill one of these days
Release Sir Knight and legends of his ways


     by Daniel Turner
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by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: happy, imagination,

Above the Clouds

The summer sky is such a pretty blue
above us, looking like a tranquil sea..
There are not many clouds except a few.
Up there with you is where I’d love to be!

I picture us both soaring to the sky
into that oceanic blue expanse;
above the clouds is where we ought to fly,
where, like two joyful angels, we would dance!

We’d spin about as if our feet had wings
that lightly touched on an unparalleled 
softness! And in my imaginings, 
I see us there with happiness unquelled.

Removed at last from earthly cares and crowds,
we’d stay in cool blue sky above the clouds.

by Seren Roberts |
Categories: horse, love,

I Lay My Head

I lay my head  upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures  fertile plain

A dream, a carousel  of  tears  and  pain
With bobbing horses making  a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head 

Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness  must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above 
Praying each night, please bring me love 
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head

by Kash Poet |
Categories: hope, imagination,

Stardust Drench Me

Stardust drench me with dreams tonight fill this heart with heavenly lights when the world is deep asleep lonely hearts which love to weep sprinkle your dreams on them all wrap their pains with your bright shawl stardust drench me with dreams tonight fill this heart with heavenly lights ==========000=========== Date--14th July 2013 Contest--STARDUST IN AN OCTELLE By--kash poet Octelle---the syllable count structure for this verse is: 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8 rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa... the first two lines and the last two lines are identical. © kash poet (kashinath karmakar) ==============000==============

by Dan Kearley |
Categories: imagination, love,

Just a Kiss

Once again the sun fades into the distant sky I gaze up at the stars to imagine the twinkle in your eye Though a sunset for me, is a sunrise for you It's at this time each day my heart is feeling blue Together are hearts are one, yet half a world apart I know that shooting star is filled with love from within your heart With a full moon slowly rising overhead into the nights sky May it be a sunrise of beauty for you, as it kisses the morning sky
Dan Kearley 6-7-12

by Linda-Marie Sweetheart |
Categories: imagination,

Effervescent Eyes

"Effervescent Eyes" windows depth pools reflect light eyes enchant radiate truth convey love speak in volumes magic emotions emit. soft shades glow wings of beauty rainbow charms create aura absorb views essence escapes resonating love breathes life.
*For Yasmin Khan's Unread Poems Contest. *Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S. ..

by Lynn Marie |
Categories: food, imagination, life, love, nature, nostalgia

Delectable Pleasure

on a quiet 
Sunday 
afternoon
rain 
playfully 
danced
amidst the 
flourishing 
trees of 
Georgia.

memories 
tempt 
tastebuds
with a 
sweet juicy 
nectar
ripe with 
luscious 
desire.

sensually 
fragrant
arousing 
all senses
slowly, 
delicately, 
sensually.

peaches 
simply are..

the Fruit 
of the 
Gods..

one of 
life's 
delectable 
pleasures,
for the God 
& Goddess 
in all.

by Lynn Marie |
Categories: happiness, imagination, inspirational, introspection, love, passion

His and Hers

his smile mesmerized her
her scent intoxicated him
his eyes hypnotized her
her touch magnetized him..

precious moments linger...

passionately
divinely
sensually

his strong hands caressed her
her flowing hair tickled him
his sweet kisses captivated her
her playfulness enticed him

purely
safely
freely

precious moments linger...

his tenderness showered her
her dewy glow bathed him
his legs entwined with hers
her legs entwined with his..

precious moments linger...

for eternally they are...

his and hers.

by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: angst, confusion, imagination, lost love, mystery, on writing and words

Come Back To Me

The Ink Bottle sits, alone,
It’s only Companions,
The Feathered Pen,
The Paper Pad.

The Desk, once alive,
The Words,
No longer,
Written.

Love, abandon,
But wanting not,
The Freedom,
It has.

A Wooden Chair, dusty,
Reclines not,
For the Comfort,
Once given.

Time, a mystery gone,
With passing,
Never to be recovered,
Longing.

Days of gloom, waiting,
Shine not, The Light,
The Heart,
Once brightened.

Come back, to Me,
My words, of Joy,
Of Laughter,
Wisdom, once known.

by Edward Orozco |
Categories: art, heart, heart, love, me,

A Heart To Remember

Cold words fall deaf upon the joyful heart
A memory keeps its meaning until death makes it no more 
Her brush always spoke to me, her canvas was my souls imagination
Her soft lips, her beautiful eyes never will I forget for with her I became a man
A nightfall always brought  dreams of holding her, I love her 
She paints to the song that plays over and over again in her heart 
I miss her more than ever
I weep to the heavens and call her name, yet she is absent from my eyes
All I have is the memories, which only God can pull from me 
Her kisses always rose me to the highest point of my self love
When she held my hand I floated carefree 
I love her, she is my heart and I will always remember

by Robin L. Gass |
Categories: happiness, imagination, natureheart, song, bird, bird

Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.