Imaginitive poems on Hello Poetry

Michael W Noland Aug 2013

I looked upon the greats, and found nothing they didnt take from the pre-existing grates, that drained our goals into slates, degraded our souls into fakes, and mistook our traits as hate, before we faded into an abatement for safetly, safely enslaving our notions as nations, from the oceans, they saved me ... made me ... who I am.

But nothing is sacred anymore
Only deplorable horror
To numb the chores
Of that other lord
That the imaginitive ignore
Pretending to abhore
The things they cant feel anymore
But what for

There might be more to a coin flip than explored.

Intent and decent Vs stoical form

Madeysin Jan 2015

Lighthouse

She said cry me a river,
So I bled her an ocean,
I drownd all the things I loved most,
Ship wrecked my emotions,
Lost my hope at sea,
All I needed you to be was my lighthouse,
Mom,
I'm sinking,
See THIS OCEAN ISNT MY HOME ITS SOME IMAGINITIVE PLACE I GO WHEN YOUR WORDS STEAL THE AIR FROM MY LUNGS AND THE WATER THAT USE TO BE SO REFRESHING FILLS MY THROAT AND DOESNT GO DOWN ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS WETHER OR NOT YOUR FLOATING BUT MOM IVE BEEN TREADING THESE WATERS EVER SINCE 98

Samantha Page Jul 2013

Soul vision

I see a vision of my soul.

Tall, thin, long strands of dark hair..

eyes deep and dark.

She is walking through a desolate land.

The footprints trailing in the sand.

Each step raising dust,

the same wind that is sweeping her hair

lifts the particles and sends them flying.

Nothing behind her and nothing ahead,

she still carries determintion and purpose.

Playing beautiful melodies in her mind.

Her last memory of peace.

At least,

she is hoping its a memory.

Because if not....

Its simply insanity.

The gears of her mind burning out.

Overworked and imaginitive.

Either way they bring her joy.

Strength to hold her head high,

to put one exhauted leg in front of the other,

and continue on into the unknown.

And continue on into the future,

and she hopes,

her destiny.

Hell-Loves-Blues Oct 2017

I AM

I am resilient, I am imaginative
I wonder about the world and what it has to offer

I hear the winds of change
I see so much hatred in the world
I want others to listen and breathe in the winds
I am reserved and I am imaginitive

I pretend I am somewhere else
I feel warmth in my soul when people rejoice with one another
I love people and animals with a passion greater than any other
I worry about the days to come and what they will hold
I cry , I feel the weight of the world and its sorrows
I am resilient, I am imaginitive

I understand change takes time
I say we can be the change
I dream of helping change the world
I try to change myself every day, I know the change starts with me
I hope we can be the change
I am resilient, I am imaginative

This definitely isn't my best work, but I wanted to share it with you and get your opinion, it was the first thing I've ever written with a rubric (was written in an English class, my words but the "I hope, I dream, I cry, I am" all of that is part of the rubric.

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