Abstract Poems - Poems about Abstract

By-lanes of my mind When I write, its verbose; When I don’t, I am short of words; Write with flair and respect, brevity is a gift; They remind me as my jargon filled words they dissect. All this is internalised, The lips quiver, pen shakes in hands that shiver, Prove it, prove...

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A puddle of silver, unused canvas on the cobblestone A handful of colors mix and paint unlimited Creativity gives freedom Went into another dimension ...

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Poetry A whisper to a scribble The pen scratches against the blank page an odd and rhythmical pattern Imprinted into one's soul Leaving an odd sense of peace or turmoil Lingering with a yearn A yearn for something unattainable Something supernatural Words standing tall Reaching and stretching- searching Desperately trying to Obtain the unobtainable Failing time and time again Only leaving an echo of the words spoken Or the emptiness...

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A warped zone twisted & unworthy of grasping-- impossible to escape. No reward No love No answers. Frantic fingers scrape at the escape hatch yearning to push the EJECT button (clinging to hope for transmigration). A glimpse into dying a flood of deadly lies. No winners here or there-- only degenerating brains in a neo-Roman Empire where any-THING goes & NO-body knows ...

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lazy lions lie in a ludicrous lair & laugh their way to the banal bestial ...

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snow… …falling… …gently… …silently… …serenely… …onto… …a… …white… glistening.*.*.*.* canvas...

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A cold berating light-erasing rope survives relentless entropy (another year ends another variant contends) Desolate debris in empty erroneous caves swallow blank pages submerged in mind-warping seas where flying memes wait for normalcy where words freeze & thoughts become sadistic (a poisoned (out of mind) mind crawls on the radar) Trapped in a gray tomb: the inert inerrants flounder in...

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what glows? who knows? fortune deleted K(afka) coughs it pains me/he/we (hehehe) Goodbye/Hello: poetry a Thesis just another YouTube video stuck in profound rain smirking in beguiling glasses smoking a chamomile cigar How sweet it is (was?)! dangerous road conditions misfortune detected K(afka) croaks Where's his (my) Oscar? Hello friends! Failure is the only option Hello/Goodbye: poetry in the House of Antithesis Hell needs help sticking to shticks in the rain mostly cloudy Goodnight & good luck Saturday...

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(“The Mothership”, 2024, computer graphic encaustic collage) The Age of Abstract We live in a time defined by ideas and ideals When concepts and abstracts rule But what’s needed as a balance and antidote Is grounding in real life Relationships with others, real people and animals The real world, of rock and water, tree and sky And not an artificial world of AI...

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it is cold: i am old cruel ruminations paralyzing winds sharp icicles lifeless season forgotten dreams life…death / light…dark *->*->*->*->*->*->*-> random cruelty windy paralysis icy roads seasons without life dreams forgotten death…life \ dark…light it is old: i am cold ...

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"Spirited Gibberish" Curtained eyes droop, closing, cleansing, visions. Feathering sunlight. Splintering waked-vivid lashes dreaming of the day. Eyes concealing retreat from here, to there, to what once was, weightless pestilence, plumy blights. Wind-born, am I, are you, are they. They are all, that is, this day, until then. The here-after, the eternal, evermore, ceasing...

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