Consciousness Poems - Poems about Consciousness

Before the emergence of consciousness, we were a reflection of God. Afterward, unable to perceive identity through internal reflection, God became a reflection of us; consciousness splitting the mirror - two hemispheres asking: “Who are you?” But no mirror can reflect itself— so in that fracture, identity becomes alienated, externalized, 'Other'd; yet, even in this exile, human identity remains one facet of the Earth; a lens...

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haiku 12 : crescendo beloved adorn skin rips skin, blood spurts air pure horn hails emptiness hiku ~~~~~~~ b e LOVE d adorn skin R ...

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here we are in space-time limited and feeling incomplete onset of dread, an ominous chime but why should soul acknowledge defeat it does not, merely observing the impulse heart contractions in this body-mind feeling bliss throb as God’s pulse we become divine aligned...

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Consciousness is an enigma that lurks within the brain, connecting neural pathways across organic terrain. It is what stares back at you When looking in the mirror, an observation of itself, a vessel to be steered. We attempt to understand where it originates, maybe cause and effect, something the brain creates. Or maybe it endures beyond even the physical plane, transcending death and moving on, catching some cosmic train....

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We stood in the cold night rain at the edge of the world on a bluff above the river, and everything— every thing— was alive with light. Rain braided my hair into the leafless branches, threaded the earth through my feet— and I felt it then— the current humming in the roots of Creation. And...

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{For Contest : unintended innuendo Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker Date submitted: 11/5/25} Line of inquiry: [“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile we diminished her soul’s smile since our aura as she viewed scent of love did not exude”] ~o~ she was...

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[ For Contest : Ghost of Frankenstein Sponsor : Tom Woody submitted: 9/5/25 ] Many starry nights I lay in my wooden cabin next to your sanctuary waiting for whisperings from your past, wisdom words I wrote odes about a nurturing grey wrinkled body smelling of hay overripe fruit transferring images about your life into quilts in dead of blue nights your babes...

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[ Poem inspired by Contest : Ghost of Frankenstein : sponsored by Tom Woody ] CREATURE FROM THE PAST ? Elite scientists are the scariest humans their minds think up stormy waters with acumen these they traverse with little concern for millions of quarters that could wisely be used with much more discern dinosaurs, woolly mammals, dire wolves already...

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The sky is falling for me, And the earth parts in me, All I can see is you, And myself in my sweet dream. I cannot listen to a sound of a fallen needle, Or the sound of a flickering candle, All that matters to me is- I am on my bed, Tired, anxious and wishing for a bed of roses red. The...

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Waking up through the night really can't sleep Mind is wondering fast, and everything is so deep Staring at the dark, your body is laying still Everything becomes silent, and the picture becomes clear The distinct level of conversation that's within yourself Is a mirror of a reflection from the mind calling for help To stare into your consciousness with...

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UNSEEKING SEEKER CONTINUUM The Seeker can never be unseeking for what is sought is forever seeking stillpoint is continuum neither end nor beginning membrane is not holding woven for what weaves loosens then leaves space expands then binds twenty four into forty eight at the middle disentangles unmusically gently three from two is enough for now as six is...

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In the depths of consciousness, where thoughts flow quietly like the rivers of time, an unnamed envelope waits, hidden in the shadow of unspoken destiny. Whoever touches it first becomes the master of a silent curse, a burden that changes nothing, for the fate that follows remains unwavering, arranging destinies in silence, without anything. The sender knows this but...

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Godzilla groaning A clause with claws. Scratching. Scraping. Alongside bereft dignitaries. It is amazing how any womble can be stuffed into a suit. How rather dapper then! But not a dappled horse for they are galloping in a startled herd. Neigh neigh neigh but no sleigh for these are wild beasts from the ancient soils. Therefore building and planting is prohibited. Two...

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The winter stared at me, hollow-eyed and grim, flakes of snow draped the earth in silence. My lips quivered, teeth rattling their cold refrain, and they danced—not with legs, but with their whole bodies. Then my head went numb, my thoughts unwound, consciousness slipped beyond the veil. I soared like the angels—we all grew wings, new arrivals, lost among strangers. Before a great...

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they came to steal our thoughts consciousness an ocean realm where drops drip into us in dream and day and they such thirst and drink do they an empty vessel will we become upon their syphoning, drained and gone harvested, thy human fruit of beautiful light, wilted, shrivelled of profound loot, now bodied us a living dead, left they who stole our thoughts ...

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