IMAGERY POEMS
Image by Vernon Sampson
We all love to read poetry that evokes strong mental pictures. The Imagery Poems Collection from the writers at My Word Wizard does just that. This wonderful assemblage of verse appeals to the senses as it uses language to paint pictures with words.
Imagery intensifies our experience with a poet’s writing as he or she illustrates for us with their words rather than just telling us what they are feeling.
You will enjoy this lovely compilation of poetry. We hope it inspires you to write some of your own.
Fall
The chilly weather settles into your bones.
Those once green leaves turn
Red, yellow, orange, and brown.
CRRNCH! go the leaves,,
Beneath your feet.
The birds fly in a victory “V” formation,
To where the sun rules the skies.
The days of winter are lurking around
Waiting to be free falling.
Spring
The newborn flowers blossom
in all sizes and vivid colors.
When you walk by, their sweet
and luscious aromas ensnare you..
The beautiful butterflies titter
Around the light grassy areas.
The trees are full of lush, dark green leaves.
Spring is when you can really savor
the intense scent of nature.
My Summer Day
Blue green like a crayon is the glistening, warm water.
The brownish sand is warm between my welcoming toes.
The excited shouts of the little kids
As they send loud bursts of water at each other.
Assortment of tan bodies stretch along their beach,
A chain of diversity thriving in the sun..
The red, yellow, and blue kites
Gracefully dot the sky.
This is the life on the beach!
What Christmas Feels Like
The tree’s aglow with colors of red, green, blue, and orange,
The heat’s toasty arms warmly embrace us.
Presents under the Christmas tree
Beg to be released from their bright, sparkling coats.
Santa Claus cookies washed down with boiling, hot chocolate;
Shouts of glee and appreciation;
Hearts overflowing with love;
This is what Christmas feels like.
The Way I Play Soccer
Sweat streams down my face,
And my skin turns red under the watchful eye of the sun.
The sound of cleats pounding the earth is deafening
As my enemies charge down the field towards me.
I can sense the shooter is going to miss;
All at once, the ball collides into my chest.
Screams of victory roar across the field.
The grass stained, game ball rests
Rests lovingly between my two hands.