Tags imagination
Bedside WindowA Poem by Richard MuellerSome fear I hold to windows, open or closed, inconsequential, for whether they are open or closed, they still share the same threat. |
Bluish coloured dreamsA Poem by ~Sarah~ Idríel The..Bluish coloured dreams I sat down to write, my pen on paper hundreds of words create a beautiful scenery before my eyes. W.. |
PlacesA Poem by DeadaisycatI had to make a poem for class using cut up words. This is the edited, refined version. |
The Life in Our HeadsA Book by Deja RandleHow imaginary are those make-believe friends, when they are just as alive as you? Is it just a figment when your own imaginations are in front of you,.. |
Fading AwayA Story by Quinn WWhat happens when kids stop believing in their imaginary friends? |
The BoulevardA Story by Lauren SarahThere's a winding path, in- trodden by curious feet, where to those still not sleeping, a magical world unfolds its petals. Where an imagination behol.. |
Good morningA Poem by Pooja PatelAn imagined morning |
Iron Tumbleweeds Titanium Clouds And BabiesA Poem by Earl SchumackerDrawing outside the margins |
Captain Me and Charli McGeeA Poem by R.Guy BehringerA rhyme about strange children and how they play |
A Midsummer DreamA Poem by prachi prangya agastiEscape is the main function of a dream so imaginative and vivid. |
In the company of nothingA Poem by james l navasI sense nothing around meJust white everywhere.a blank canvasdares me to fill herIdeas, thoughts, feelings.to tell a story -have a dreama fantasyTo ha.. |
In My HeadA Poem by WriteytightyA writer faces demons beyond imaginationMonsters living only for aggressionWoman and children avert their eyes upon its passingMothers whisper words o.. |
A Magical TreeA Poem by BStanding there above a realmExtending fruits ever glowingEmerald green through tealMasked in rainbows awfully stillLeaves intending to disperse hopeTa.. |
Canvas DreamA Poem by TyOpposition. Canvas Dream. |
What Is a Dream?A Poem by synctrifynType-vomit from a millennial |
Stored in the HeartA Poem by David Lewis PagetI had no idea of who she was,But knew she appealed to me,All that I knew, her name was Roz,So I wove her history.Imagination’s a marvellous thin.. |
The Klingman GangA Story by Lea4Memories of family, a Model T, a great man, and the imagination of youth |