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Best Synaptic Poems

Below are the all-time best Synaptic poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of synaptic poems written by PoetrySoup members


Premium Member Synaptic Highways
I so enjoyed my escape into your beautiful mind.
Traveling along synaptic highways,
moving at the speed of thought.

I journeyed to our yesterdays,
happy thoughts encased in light.
Your...

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Categories: synaptic, joy, light, love,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Spaces
As my thoughts shrink my mind expands
Growing into the spaces between my words
The words of others
Refreshed within the pauses
Dancing inside possibilities
Filling in the blanks

Words suspended
Within...

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Categories: synaptic, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Quintessential Placeholders
Yin/Yang
Ch'ang as "Constant"
natural law of growth and decay
yanging and yinning,
logically necessary alternation of opposites
universally permacultural law: exterior nature as inner conscience communicant
Interior Landscape of eco-Ch'ang...

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Categories: synaptic, culture, language, math, nature,
Form: Free verse
A Poet I Am Not
A poet I am not

I woke up today to blue sapphire skies
with ribbons of fuchsia and crimson hues
Having my minds reveries realized
With mental imbroglios I'm...

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Categories: synaptic, absence, beauty, confusion, heart,
Form: Sonnet
Winging It
birds of a quill, or a feather
flock together at odd times
from all four corners
of thinking creative
to jostle with keyboards,
pens and sharp pencils
fingers fidget, tap-tapping
frantic scribbling...

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Categories: synaptic, fun, identity, poetry,
Form: Alliteration



Premium Member Maze
she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind

trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on...

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Categories: synaptic, 5th grade, drug,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Who Are We At Our Core
An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed...

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Categories: synaptic, art, beautiful, beauty, care,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Accepting gifts graciously
Acceptance is electric
Synaptic flicking of switches
Enlightening shaded corners
Part of me says I should remind myself
Of the fleeting nature of joy
But it's a good day
Why tell...

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Categories: synaptic, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Clued Into oneself
An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light...

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Categories: synaptic, care, character, deep, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Father Time's Interview
Hi.
We don't have a lot of time,
or, well, I guess you do,
but I don't,
so let's plunge right into the first big question:
Which came first, form...

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Categories: synaptic, allegory, earth, environment, nature,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Gaia Out Speaks
Queen Gaia
of Earth's Shabbat
is here to speak today.

Unfortunately,
she can only sign,
and the only way she can see
is through our DNA/RNA fractally-balancing syntax,
so she has asked...

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Categories: synaptic, earth, gender, god, health,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member New Neighbors
I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you...

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Categories: synaptic, depression, family, funny love,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Why
"Universe to each must be
All that is, including me.
Environment in turn must be
All that is, excepting me."
       Buckminster Fuller

Evolving...

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Categories: synaptic, earth, health, language, math,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Revolutionary Story
They called their gang The ReVolutionaries,
my Father Sun and Mother Earth drew time with them,
but they often called themselves Yang and YinYin,
respectively and mutually respectful
yet...

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Categories: synaptic, health, humor, joy, life,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Who's Crazy Now
I have an outside RightBrain dominant thalamus
to watch and listen to,
to feel confluent and resonant with,
to love,
as parent with child,
yet this is more of a...

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Categories: synaptic, body, dream, health, humor,
Form: Political Verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things