Filters Poems - Poems about Filters

Filters

What we hear
What we say
What we remember in our way

What goes in?
What comes out?
What we show when we are in doubt

What we think
What we feel
What is fake from what is real?

What we smell
What we touch
What tells the body it has had too much?

What we swallow
What we know
What helps or stops things that might grow?

What we

Lipstick and pinned up hair and filters

Lip stick and pinned up hair and filters. Pouting and peace signs. Toilet selfie and different floral dresses, the flowers unfurled and colours of passion. Forced expressions and emoji captions. This is what I see on social media. 

Who can tell what is real about it, all the girls look the same and they look

Life's Echo Filters Reality

Memories form in colors
vibrant, vivid, varied
by Time diminished
as the echo filters reality

Each person's process unique ...

Echoes form organically
Desires, wishes, dreams,
hopes, aspirations, schemes,
inclinations, rationalizations,
attracted to then reflected off
Life's hardened surfaces
Discordant reverberation
increasing, subsiding,
in constant flux colliding,
with reality abiding ...

Perceptions construed
from the magnitude of 
echoes merging as one ~

Life's composite echo filtering reality!

How the echo filters reality -POTW

charcoal grey horizon~
on the rusty cast iron bench 
my old self sits in pensive mood
beside the lake beneath December sky
the wayward wind as it teases my hair 
whispers melodies from long ago~
that breath echo in the air

the echo reverberates ~
weaving fragments into vivid voices
and symphonies of yesteryears 
my grandma's lullaby 
our high-school graduation song 
then

How the echo filters reality

Hearing your words echo back to you
is a very powerful thing
weather the echo is in nature
or comes back to you in the form
of someone else echoing your words
from another time
it is a powerful thing
It is definitely something to consider
before you speak your thoughts
or you will hear words that should
never have been spoken

How The Echo Filters Reality

It starts with a hum,
a thread unspooling through silence -
soft, sure, and annoyingly insistent,
like the world is whispering
secrets it’s dared me to misunderstand.

The first echo hits,
ricocheting off the walls,
and suddenly this isn’t just a room -
it’s a kaleidoscope of sound,
a ripple of moments reborn,
sharper, louder,
more alive than their beginnings.

Your laugh?
A sparkler snapping against dusk.
My words?
Half-forgotten

How the Echo Filters Reality

In the hollow of my mind, the past sings loud,
a siren call bending time into ripples,
its voice twisting the air like fractured glass.
I chase the echoes, but they flee,
leaving shadows that whisper of truth
too sharp to touch.

The echo doesn’t lie, yet neither does it tell all—
its cadence steals clarity, weaving illusions
of what was, what could

How the echo filters reality

It creeps up on me early morning
and again late afternoon
a microcephalic shadow,
almost the length of a football pitch,
Land of the giants view

My childlike head is miles 
away and dwindling,
constantly deflating 
Proteus syndrome echoes 
back through generations
crossing time zones too

Elongated diffraction
casts a very long shadow,
tapering reality
Low sun dysmorphia
projects a reflection of me,
A filtered perspective
revealing my only

HOW THE ECHO FILTERS REALITY

HOW THE ECHO FILTERS REALITY

An echo is always intended as a sort of reply
An answer, if you will, to reinforce meaning
Yet each, in its own way, takes the initiative
And maybe accused of being unappreciative
As towards a new reality it could be leaning
But over time, it must slowly but surely die

Multiple repeated attempts one may detect
Each

How the Echo Filters Reality

Humans act in accordance to a cliche, 
my uniqueness is in delay. 
Nihility calls my name, 
existence is in shame. 
Evaluating an enigma that have not yet have an answer, 
curiosities are to be a cancer. 
Humans come in all shapes or forms, 
yet there’s an universal norm. 
I am nothing close to remarkable, it

Raw Talent need no Filters

Suppose I threw it in your faces


Please don't anybody asked of me to decided anything, I am not in the mood to explain:
I do not know if Mr. Trump is running or not, or if he is too old, that he might stumble and fall (??
Or who will make the best candidate for this upcoming

Bull Monster Filters Out Nightmares

bull monster slumbers on the soft cloud of life
without stress or concerns, with no kind of stife.
his mama gave him the assignment all bull monsters want.
he rolls in his dreams, and his lips give a grunt.

does bull monster ever come down here? Asked my boy.
no, he stays there to guide us, giving us gulps of

Good Daylight Has Filters

I don't need the sun everyday
I need grey, I prefer rain, mist
fresh winds.
The sun is a harsh benefactor,
it coerces only to rule; demands
to be admired before it crowns itself
emperor of our every dependency.
Yet, when it is shielded
by the soft drapes of a less brazen light
we ungratefully call that -
bad weather.

River Filters

The Ohio wipes its face every few miles.
This bend in the river
forgets the wharfs, the gravel silos
and power plants,
only occasional coal barges 
push an industrial flatus before them.

Here cattails gather herons
into measured dominions.
The river gallops under placid waves
Fish-eyed currents dip and toggle
in the ripple.

It is possible to watch yourself 
being rinsed and laundered
in this newly

No Filters

Rejection is nothing I am used to it
Somedays more so than others
Today was different
I took a risk 
even though I did not feel ready
And I got my head handed to me on a platter.
It was unexpected, came hard and fast.
No filters.

He was brutally his dad; not himself at all.
I recognized none of his political correctness.
It

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