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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Painted characters  
Adding life to it  
Scarlet imaginations  
White, Black, Blue  
Missing the object,  
While grasping it’s shadow  
Illusion of hope,  
Nothing of what seems, everything  
Complicated questions,  
Answers within  
Seeking the peace,
With loaded weapon  
A placebo effect,  
Of reason and faith  
Thinking, obstacle is the path  
Effort to undress, a naked man  
Remedies worsen than the illness  

Doubting everything,  
In the zero hour  
Doubting everything,  
Way to find a truth
  
Emptiness is a new fullness.
Genre: Abstract
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Mama earth Feb 2018
Dancing with the demons
                             playing with fire
                 On an eternal Circle
                               Unlimited
                                  Imagination
     ­                ; it shall be tainted
                   redefined
                               remaked
                                        renewed
          to the inbetween
               of worlds
                 dimensions
                         lives
                            end
1-21-18 - Brooke Alison Ilene Anselment ©️®️ My soul is being saved for children of my own. Then they will have two spirits.
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
I can sit and write a love story
or a very nice piece of poetry
about a girl who was so beautiful  
and make it sound wonderful.
I can write about her attractiveness
maybe say something about the softness
of her satin-like skin and kissable lips.
I can describe how she undulates her hips
When she sways to the beat of the music
and make moves looks seamless and classic.
I can describe her strides as she rocks the beat,
Leaping like a ballerina in uncontrollable heat.
I have the option to call her a sinful seductress
Or take my time to paint her as a temptress.
.......all because I'm a poet.

IB-Poetry
2/15/2018
I CAN DO THAT AND MANY MORE...
Pyrhos Feb 2018
Come walk through the grains with me
Sand shimmering like stars
Constellations of symmetry
See them join and split apart

Come watch over new stars with me
Sparks dancing in our eyes
Starlight like you could never see
Make our home among the skies

Come paint these skies blue with me
Hide and seek between the clouds
Dive right into a stormy sea
Roam unseen depths darkness enshrouds

Come make mountains move with me
Paint monumental worlds
A playground of pure fantasy
Watch your minds power unfurl

Come and wander this world with me
Adventure awaits the bold
Surmount a cliff or climb a tree
What mysteries do cities hold?

Come fly to the stars with me
Let's make this journey never end
I'll be the boat to your sea
All you will need is a pen
Gabriel burnS Feb 2018
Seems there’s nothing there
Is it see-through
Is it like dark matter and dark energy
The forces of invisible entities that bind us

They invade our thoughts covertly
And we never know our feelings’ feelings
For theirs is a different world
Beyond our own

Forces bind energy and matter
To interact with the senses;
And through this process
The ghosts of thoughts take mold

Secondary level of production
Involves post-processing and
The rise of libraries of metadata
And if we are cautious
We could gain access to new layers

New horizons within the body of our thoughts
Lingering dormant
Waiting to be discovered
It's all there
Catalyzing inspiration
Seemingly out of thin air
krsna Jul 2017
Disturbed by the incident of gravity
Now I can see all the things with clarity
I am mad or it is just the high functionality

I am drifting towards the void
I feel like I am injured druid
Waiting to be reborn again
Feed by human conscience from the begin

Is this the reality or figment of my imagination?
I never knew the power of my creation

There is remorse or guilt or hate
I am enjoying whatever is happening in my head
I feel like I am in space
Travelling in the vast universe
I see everything that is connected
In spite of the connection I still feel disconnected
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
They say one man's inspiration
Is another man's distraction
Therefore call my perception
Another man's imagination.
Poetry for me is a water fountain
Yet another man's mountain
I talk to Maya Angelou in my dream
And lick words like ice cream
Many days, when I sleep at night
I know this doesn't sound right
I do it twice a day, every Sunday
Than again twice a day on Monday
This is an unusual association
That some will call an abomination.

Let me be, let the demon do as it pleases
This is not fetal, not like other diseases
This my life, my calling, and my power
Let the poetic demons come at any hour
Let them plant the seeds of poetry in me.
Maybe they'll bare stardom and fame.
Maybe this will finally take me on that Safari
Riding side by side with President Buhari.
Maybe I will be one lucky writer
Fortunate to do business with the banker,
All this is just my imagination
So don't take it into consideration.

IB-Poetry©️
2/10/2018
Pardon my imagination
Donna Feb 2018
Imagination
Is exceptionally unique
Use it and have fun
:) imagination and creativity is awesomely fun :)
A question posed in prose
A subtle shudder washes through me
As I seat myself to listen
To these dark desires, and twisted dreams
Filled with sighs and moans
and scream
My eyes look starward
Head thrown back
Breathe fluttering like butterflies
As alliteration laps my thigh
And whets the blade softly traversing down
Legs press closed so gentle movement
Excites the pearl inside
I avert my eyes as told
Feel your breath dark on my neck
Feel the blood swell through me
Thudding rhythms
In time with its cadence
Is this languishing?
Are you a product of my dark desires?
Ha.
I am a product of yours.
So I open myself fully
Arms akimbo
You imagine you to be MY puppet...
Now imagine I am yours
Waiting for the next penetrating words
To drip lavaciously from your pen
So I can absorb more of you within
Now dreamed who again?
An answer
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
A common character
With an innocent curiosity
Noble sentiment
A pleasure of simplicity
Little freedom
Having a reasoning palsy
Consolidated ideas
Avoiding a social trial
Blind despair
Multiplied hope by zero
Being a scapegoat
Borrowing all help from poetry

Let the science be human
Nothing is more free than the imagination
Concerning human understanding
Shared from the Anthology, "Canvas:  Echoes and Reflections. " 2018.
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