Imagination Poems
A Day Without Internet
by Priya Goel
We humans have the power to sustain anything.
Whether it is an expensive watch or a diamond ring.
But, when it comes to communication lack,
We so keen, try every possible hack.
Internet has made us its slave,
Life without it seems in a lonely cave.
People always wanting to chat,
Don't even know the life under a villager's hat.
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A lost frail Memory.
by Hari Krishnan B V
Flashing with hues of footprints in a rainy forest,
That storms in the white space of my mind!
Not again, I ask myself, what’s a memory?
A river that flows upon the pebbles of the past?
Or a Garden that nourishes my lifeless static?
Yet, in its fleeting dance, every legacy is crafted.
Neither the buzzing bug that flew to hurt me today,
Nor the marching mantis I tried to dodge yesterday,
These flashes are of the taste I had in drops of polio!
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Quill on a ragged paper
by Amey Dalvi
Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
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Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
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My ideas
by Ryan Brundage
Vast inkinesss.
A dark place.
I wish I could drift through space.
I love that idea
A place of silence.
A place of peace.
A place that holds every place.
I love that idea.
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A World Full Of Imagination
by Zee K
I dream to fly high,
Within and far away in the sky ;
Far away from the web of lies,
In the beautiful land where one never cries ;
My imagination soars so mighty,
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Quill on a ragged paper
by Amey Dalvi
Quill on a ragged paper what's your will,
Past ones waging wars and famines raging to kill,
In time's ensemble all actors paid on an interim, yet I think,
Immortal seem the words of a quill soaked in ink...
.
Quill on a ragged paper who's your kin,
Thirst for wisdom or shattering mind's margin,
Sorrows bought to light or corrupting brains as a blight,
All done by the stroke of a lone quill...
.
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A lost frail Memory.
by Hari Krishnan B V
Flashing with hues of footprints in a rainy forest,
That storms in the white space of my mind!
Not again, I ask myself, what’s a memory?
A river that flows upon the pebbles of the past?
Or a Garden that nourishes my lifeless static?
Yet, in its fleeting dance, every legacy is crafted.
Neither the buzzing bug that flew to hurt me today,
Nor the marching mantis I tried to dodge yesterday,
These flashes are of the taste I had in drops of polio!
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Desolation Of The Thunderbird
by Besa Dede
The Thunderbird flailed it's wings
in annoyance that it's lover was gone too long.
The ground shook in retort
and rocks toppled down the mountains
birthing an angry landslide
that echoed with anguish down the slopes.
The Thunderbird shrieked it's loudest wail,
in heartache of it's lost love.
The Heavens grew dimmer in somber spirits
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Child's Play
by Sharon Morgan
A search was made to find a child
in a world that time had forgotten among the vines of growing.
Where giants roamed, and a king and queen dressed like cards
saw a land through a glass of rose tint.
Like splashes of a rainbow on a virgin canvas.
An imagination once invisible, yet new, began to play.
To find once again that long lost land, where a mind and heart ran free,
Having broken chains to cross new worlds and make insignificance itself
an adventure.
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A World Full Of Imagination
by Zee K
I dream to fly high,
Within and far away in the sky ;
Far away from the web of lies,
In the beautiful land where one never cries ;
My imagination soars so mighty,
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Abhinandan Sharma (1 poems about Imagination)
Born on 20 January 2000 - Nowshera town of Jammu and Kashmir India -
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