Apperception Poems - Poems about Apperception

...What’s a cure for longing now Can it be the same Notes of silence that endow With the waiting game You refuse to recognize Anything you knew Till it doesn’t come like lies Till you know it’s t......Read the rest...

...I have come to be real-in-my-eyes, eyes that only half see, yet only the half blind may see themselves. The fine hairs of apperception, those metaphorical hat brims pulled low over smiling eye......Read the rest...

...OUTRIGHT PRETEXT a synthesizer   perpetuates an eternal quality   for       a compelling moment this silhouette   a recreated     sensation to coincide   &assimilate the       ****......Read the rest...

... The Accidental Poet I have come to ......Read the rest...

...an apperception of poetic elements imagery,assonance,rhythm,sound symbolism of an intuitive of the self conscious in a crystallised convergence of the moment ,with punctuation implied interpretation ......Read the rest...

...apperception an intuition beyond form instilled spontaneous of the moment a channel of self conscious ......Read the rest...

...apperception an intuition beyond form instilled spontaneous of the moment a channel of self conscious ......Read the rest...

...apperception an intuition beyond form instilled spontaneous of the moment a channel of self conscious ......Read the rest...

...I have come to realize, real-in-my-eyes, that these eyes that only half see - yet see through blind walls just as easily as a breeze sees itself in a trembling leaf. Eyelashes together the ......Read the rest...

...like warm breath on cool mornings whisper gently of you ......Read the rest...

...did you ever descry the traces of crimson etch endless paths above the ocean or see the sun bleed in greater depths as it bid farewell to amethyst hues in dusk's skies before darkness settle......Read the rest...

...Love ain't blind: Eagle's eyes- apperception accurate like drips of rain. Lovers are blind, Using brain as heart, heart as brain. 19:05:14:06:58 Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Hou......Read the rest...

...Truth or dare? Truth ... I came of age when I was twelve, (Janie, sixteen), In one of the most amazing summers of my life, 1970 ... Oh, I was much-and-far too young, and it......Read the rest...

...The interrogation threatens to shudder like an earthquake A long index of accusations spread out among the atmosphere like a blazing forest fire Satisfaction, the officer and venomous umbrage, the ......Read the rest...