Best Subjective Poems
Subjective
her vision moves me
thoughts soar
and I'm consumed
by emotion
flooding my senses
euphoria felt
I melt
as I become enthralled
with her all
She is the art
that erupts
off my canvas
magmentous
in passionate heat
with strokes that repeat
studied and taught
each night
caressed in deep thought
eyes wonder
but dare not wander
keeping such beauty in sight
a rest stop
could that be water
on the floor?
Depending on your viewpoint:
time is a subjective thing.
When you are in a rush or feel anxious,
time suddenly seems perceptively slow:
but when you are having fun, it flies by.
A child's day seems forever;
always finding time to play.
Oblivious to all watches and clocks
a child's awareness of time is askew:
for it's a concept they've yet to master.
But that innocence doesn't last:
adults are obsessed with time.
And seemingly speeding up as we age,
years, suddenly morph into memories:
as yesterday's outnumber tomorrow's.
Caught in boredom's doldrums,
our perceptions of time change,
The sands of time keep forever flowing:
the past, present, and future flow as one
as we rush to waste what little we have.
We squander what we treasure;
till we find, there's no time left.
Beauty, like most things, is subjective
Some people prefer a statue, marble,
Crafted at the enervation of the sculptor.
Others prefer smoke, thin and intangible,
Dancing in plumes to an atonal rhythm.
Call me crazy, but I prefer neither.
I admire you in your skin in clothes
Shorts and a tank-top, as you move
So exotically your hips to a drum in time.
However I don't find beauty in arousal,
Yet in a connection seen in eyes,
Held in hands, and know, I find
Large amounts of beauty in you
I could sit with you and die.
As we all do now, sad and alone, yet
As soon as proximity is reached
Between us, dying becomes more.
It becomes the tobacco between
The fire at a cigarettes tip,
And the filter, that sweet sin
That has so enticed you before.
However, that's just me,
As beauty is subjective.
Heard
Word
Stirred
Concurred
Sent
Went
Meant
Lent
Believed
Relieved
Deceived
Grieved
Love
Above
Dove
...Shove
Feelings are weird
Putting words to something that is so different for everyone
It seems so silly
I’m happy
I’m depressed
These things, and more, mean something a little different for everyone
They happen at different times and for different reasons
We have to accept that there is no perfect way to feel
Everyone is different
We call people emotional, or distant
It is all subjective
We shouldn't try to put labels on things that are so fluid in nature
We shouldn’t try to categorize ourselves
We are all unique
There is no one youer than you
They want an apology for subjective humor?
- What the hell do I really care?
It'd be nice to see my detractors try and do any better...
...I would like to try to...in...traduce y'all
- To the truth of an honest opinion - Once and for all!
Dane
Sister of: cherished siblings.
Lover of truth, friendship, and understanding
Who feels: passionate, compassionate, and happy.
Who fears: inadequacy, misunderstandings, and failure.
Who would like to see: Spiritual unity, Jesus Christ, and Heavenly Father… face to face.
Resident of: a rural community on planet earth.
Smith-Johnsen
©November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Seeking something Sensual’s Hardly Helpful,
Losing Calla Lilies is Easy! Tripping
Falling, Dropping, Landing in Black Dirt, Smelly!
Has repercussions!
1/31/2019
Time can be a great friend,
some time feels like torture.
I wonder what time this is.
Hey brother, do you have the time?
** Perspective
Harrowed heart
Abstruse abstract art
Canvas concealed
I often think of philosophy,
the big questions of why we are here,
and of course, once I start doing that,
all sorts of quirky problems appear.
For example, take the great question,
that has puzzled us for all of time,
is reality objective truth,
or the subjective whims of the mind?
I fall into the objective camp,
the world goes on, no cares what I think,
but subjective action changes things,
our emotions can cause a big stink.
Subjective whims dug deepest canals,
and put astronauts up on the moon,
the objective world changes due to them,
which, when you think about it, is cool.
I mean we see that in our own lives,
subjective whims drive our day-to-day,
the universe itself is lifeless,
subjective consciousness guides our way.
But then I think, the actions we take
are objective, and can be measured,
subjectives drive us to real world acts,
objectivity won’t go unserved.
Which means the subjective is not real,
it can’t be measured, only it’s outcome,
which, for a while, makes me convinced
that this world is an objective one.
Plus the fact that you have these feelings
is in itself an objective truth,
that such thoughts happened, you’re aware of,
your brain and body are objective too.
Which means subjective unmeasurables
are bound to material flesh and blood,
what can’t be contained ends up contained…
I try to make sense, but have no luck.
Though beyond the task of measurement,
the concepts themselves throw a road-block,
something that goes beyond semantics
and the quirks of language, how we talk.
Can the idea of a subjective
without objective even exist?
Is not subjective a mere subset
of the objective that claims all of this?
Would not objective reality
have to exist for the mere thought of
the subjective to even arise,
is not the objective the first cause?
Would either exist without the other,
could they be understood without contrast?
No good without evil, up without down,
without one the other one can’t last...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
The sweet perfume of the flower
Is in the nose of the sniffer.
What is art?
Almost no two people agree
We all have our own ideas
I love what she despises
She has mean things to say
I only have delightful things in my head
Because I love it, it has called to my soul.
He comes along and pokes fun at a piece of art that she loves
She loses her temper, now loving it more than she did before.
Their personalities come out in full force as they argue about it.
It is hilarious to listen to, and more fun to watch
Art is subjective
None of us agree
...But, of course, this gets me thinking on
the fact that consciousness must be near
if the subjective is to exist,
since looking at matter, it appears
that no life, thought, or driving impulse
exists in the void of gas and rock,
existence itself is objective,
but even that thought makes me take stock.
matter may be cold and objective,
but has no awareness of itself,
to be aware of its objectiveness
requires subjective minds to dwell,
since reality has no concepts,
since that’s a trick of the human brain,
the concept of the objective world,
is thus subjective…have I gone insane?
The objective is the prerequisite
for the subjective to rise at all?
But the thought of objective can’t exist
unless the subjective can make that call?
Do either exist? Do none exist?
Is this causality, Schrodinger ?
And if all of this must be observed
does that not further complicate it?
Is that observer merely watching
an objective world as it plays out?
Or does the observation change things,
and subjectively shift the world’s route?
If existence is contingent on
the observer seeing what we do,
does not their presence become objective?
Since we are here, so they must be to?
Which means they can’t subjectively choose
to just up and leave, since we’re still here,
or maybe it means they haven’t left yet…
Eh, screw philosophy. I need a beer.