Conceptions Poems | Examples

I AM

         

I am verb! Created by the divine breath,
coming from primitive events...
Essence of ethereal circumstances,
Plasma of thickening, voids
Of invisible cosmic mysteries,
juice of amalgamated conceptions!

Succinct metamorphosis of balance.
In my primitive molecule, the genesis
the core of physical-chemical reactions...
It is from the axis of me that magically spring,
The health of subterranean energies
And the phantasmagoria of utopian beings!

This Mind of Mine-

My mind is a construct 
I desire to escape from it
However the routine is complete 
The self hating ritual has already begun
I desperately try to block out the criticism from within 
But I cannot see myself how others see me
I am trapped in the never-ending conceptions of my own mind

ART APPRAISAL T twinku

BLAKE

created

conceptions

FININGER

angular

aspects

KANDINSKY

musical

mathematics

TWINKU a double word distich with integral title

Words are funny

Time is a word used to understand things that have passed,
A word that could mean slow or conceptually fast,
Do you understand what that means,
Or do you grab on and fly by those pant seams,
We use words to try to make sense of things,
From cosmological couplings to New York fashion flings,
A verbal frequency somehow makes sense,
For our conceptions are learned in a past tense.

Face me NOW

[I entered this in "Choose a 2025 posted poem" by Brian Strand which was judged on 1/11/2025 at 10:45am. Thank you!] 


[ “Everybody deserves a second chance!” ]

Within my existence, I’ve been burdened with low esteem
I was entangled within the ‘unconditional forgiveness’ cycle
To know my worth seemed like a mere dream
My forgiving being? My confidence had no survival

I was perpetually wronged throughout my life
Yet I pardoned those who wounded my being
Whenever I was met with strife
I absolved, my worth I was overseeing

But you’ve hurt me, beyond repair
And I know that for a fact
You shattered my conceptions, but now I’m aware
You can’t keep up this stupid act

Your expression twists into feign hurt
So fake it makes me want to laugh
You’re an idiot if you think I’m not alert
It’s too late for apologies on your behalf!

Destroy the peace
Screw the past push-over me!
Because of you, I feel my worth has decreased
You don’t deserve me, I know you agree

You’re frivolous, your words I won’t allow
So I’ll be fair, I will take this vow
You “want” to stay within my life, you ask how
It’s simple!
Face me now.

What's good for the goose, on becoming a mother

Today we celebrate Mother's Day, for those still with us and those gone away,
with hearts of gratitude we acknowledge and pray..
This current climate where state's see fit to oversee a woman's choices
and pass laws to restrict..
No one should take lightly the ending of a beating heart before an embryo is
viable and get's it's life start..
The pro-life movement has made this their cause but as of late our Supreme Court is revealing the flaws..
Passing state laws to end invitro fertilization which is pro-family.
What is their rationalization?
None of these unwanted pregnancies are "virgin" conceptions, so what
about the woman's partner, the male sperm injection?
If a woman's body can be litigated so, Viagra and Cialis is also need to go.
Our laws shouldn't set us back to the days of the Neander.
What's good for the goose is also good for the gander..

NOUVEAUISTA morris ensor

NOUVEAUISTA 
stylized
    fin de siecle
writhing
    forms
in
decorative
   flourishing
conceptions
dream like
tendrils
  To bring
clarity
 to
   the heart

PENCILISTA leonardo verrocia

PENCILISTA Leonardo verrochia
graphite
 glorified
silhouettes
  in precise
    elaboration
meticulous
  detailing
of angles
cross hatched
        conceptions
of
spatial cognito
sharing
  stippled
tones

OPEN VERSE NO 30

DIVISIONS
sharply
   vivid
 practical
sceptical
   emphatic
remains
   hidden
by
  temperament
in
  abstraction

  dramatic
progressions
  fragment
 evolving
in
sensibilities
of
conceptions
glimpsed
in
denouement
with
  unusual
suspense
of
questioned
unified
in
synthesis

Darkened Light

He rose like a tidal wave of destruction
that was seen from west to east
By some he was seen as a light for instruction
while others thought he was a beast
His darkness would cast a mighty shadow
that was only rivaled by his light
His depth of knowledge covered the deep & shallow
illuminating all through darkened nights
Atop his head there was a shining halo 
but some saw protruding horns
In their minds many conceptions would soon follow
leading to the image that was born
Many were torn by their liquid perceptions 
for they were confused by what was seen
All along he had been their own reflection
a duel natured divine being

Ideas a Freed Verse

IDEAS
an
applied sense
of the literate
conceptions
  undevalued
 gratituous
but
 honourable
in
 curious phenomena
change places

a mark
of verse
  fluctuating rhythm.
gyrating
 emotions
so irregular
of
no consequence
 incoherently
 emerge
so freelyASSUMPTIONS
subtle &
many
illustrative
observations
in
layered
 settings

on many
 levels
amplified
 foibles
in
an absurdity
of
unlikely flights
of
imaginative
action
so  plausible
&
 authorial
in
tone
from
ingenious
 angles
 recognised
or imagined
setting
to
&
create
restoration
to
 illustrate

Valentines Spirit

“Her smile as captivating as a blooming rose 
her eyes as dating as it shames the bluebells petals of beaus 
It seemed so opposed yet I wanted to foreclose 
She was  the luminescence of my interceptions 
As  a fluorescence, she came to me in my deceptions
Enriching up my conceptions, 
Yet is that all that she makes me please? 
A glorious image in repeat? 
Something that seems to discreet
Yet, in my reminiscence called dreams, she’s always my receptance 
Yet, never seems to befall in her own conceptions 
But always pleases that luminescence that burns in my inceptions 
A fire that burns in her right 
However,  dissolves in my sight”

Numbers

Statistics, ciphering and accounts are copied and transcribed
                 from natural laws within the hands of time. Predestinations,
                  one's path throughout the hands of time, flowing like the
                 sand in a hour glass every grain is essential. 
                
                Chapters, Conceptions, People, Statistics and every living being
              are accountable statistically, rationale based on numbers,

Sleep Infection

As Rumple in blankets,
I vegetate in unfilled torpor, 
Blind enervation adrift among
Extinguished stars, among dark 
Torpid galaxies where I am a stranger.
I find only dead planets, windswept and barren,
Where molecules of a distant living past
Are vaguely recalled,
And where conceptions, 
Convictions all collapse.
Exhaustion is an avalanche   
Making no distinction between
vacuity and repletness.
Sleep believes nothing,
Not even the animated chatter of 
My dreams.

Conceptions

CONCEPTIONS
fashioned
originality
freely
 conceived
&
acclaimed

in
considered
 dimensions
the centrepiece
&
the
highlights
of

 a whole

  potential
&
 overtly
&casual
contradictory
 in a more
rounded way

a core focus
&lifelong
interest

beginning
 by encounters
sharpened
&embedding
a concern
to try
out
ideas
 a new impetus
to take
 risks
with
 with
 what
comes to hand

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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