Images Poems - Poems about Images

The 1st Commandment does not forbid us to honor the saints in Heaven As long as we do not give them the honor that belongs to Eternal God alone When we pray to the saints we ask them to offer their prayers to Eternal God for us We do not pray to the crucifix Or the images of Father...

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My book of yesterday's Of memories and moments in search... I turn the pages Dreaming about what could have been And rearranging all that is... Forging onward Like a theatrical play of gratitude and resilience I kneel to pray Where feathered moments Lost in the wind Play a song of love In moment's to relive For now in silence Subdued of thought Lost in the beauty My candle it taunts I...

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No thirst trap, no click bait, I give versed expression Silk and lace threaded thru each line and question Rawness felt, while images age and yellow Expressed words lasting, soft, sweet, and mellow I show my skin through words I’ll strip Describing it with my crafted script Holding you in whispered conversation Baring my soul...

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Images Frozen in time, as time passes by, A time to be born, A time to die. Fleeting memories, lost in the mind, Robs me of memories, left behind. The swirling mist, is rolling in, Invading my senses, pulling me in. On the edge of in sanity, I struggle to feel, No long aware, of what is illusion, or real. I think I see...

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(25 syllables. Word craft from our muse, Creating does us bemuse, Fans can join our guild, As images writers build!...

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No colder winter's evening reawakens, in an abrupt glance, this memory from others already faded in the inattentive recollection of a son's mind; even insignificant moments are worthy of thought. A pubescent boy unlearned and precarious at giving advice, but ready to provide that tenderness in exploding emotions... realizing that he would reach the same level of consciousness: whether or not his...

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Images The images in my mind of verbs mating with pronouns are sometimes broadcast on TV. On TV: me sucking out and not praising aerosol cans to make a less money for the unnamed company. The pressurised cans are bronze, the substance released in a fine spray are: advantageous states or positions and points earned following deuce...

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Why can I remember that I dreamed, But cannot retain what I dreamed Before my bed cover is in place. Asleep, so real; awake, forgotten. Why do most dreams fade in morn’s light, As the mind buzzes like a beehive, Seeking to know the dreams insight, Trying to comprehend the meaning. Some with intrigue fill a searching soul, Puzzled with despair and abject...

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Mirror on the wall, what do you reflect, A simple image, trying to look pretty, Or a self-righteous image, or a deception of the soul. In the simple image, Beauty adores itself in front of a mirror, Ugliness feels self-content, The transient reality seems to come alive, Dreams can't even find their shadows. In The...

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Man that thing has Not change at all In my lifetime....

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Minds turned into images Barren moments, parched feelings Drowned in haste and unease, Self-indulgent and covetous Desolate technology slaves Imprisoned in closed cabins Chained to the chairs Eyes fixed on the screens Human skeletons with dried hearts Drained and deserted relationships Torn emotions and tainted lives Emptiness all around Ruled by commerce and profit Turning world in to market With frozen conscience Infringing the peace...

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Sunshine rousing cheers echo the day in As clouds move to blueness And colors arch over earth Made anew in rejuvenating pleasure. A butterfly sings, dances, And chooses a flowering Daisy’s ring Of white ray petals reaching out Between the emerald, green blades, In prayer and thank you. Puddles mirror their beauty; Swelling belly raindrops...

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The picture faded like the past she made. Embers crumbled in the flames. Smoke curled above the empty photograph in a smoldering state She grasped for the present but the flames burned her thoughts as she recalled the date Her mind was racing with prolific confusions she tried to displace.tears welled in her eyes...

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Images of broken lights that dance before my jagged tears, Inspecting me and sending me to Jupiter and Mars, High above the heady halls of home and heartless heresies, We dream the dreams of galaxies and saturate the stars. Through the Milky Way of space we travel at a snail's pace, To reach the keeper and the face of our...

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PolyPanTheistic minds find faith in wealthy synergy, where multi-organic bodies experience therapeutic hope for sacred Earth's healthiest indigenous integrity. MonoTheistic minds, not so much; more monoculturing bodies experiencing supremacy of Great White Father jealously and zealously reborn in from-above missionary positions reflected in AnthroSupremacist mirrors, images, iconic and narcissistic MotherEarth subservient subjugating wildly inhumane imaginations....

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