Impressions Poems - Poems about Impressions

They label me "weird," they whisper "psycho, They run and hide, a fearful, hushed acclaim. Then drawn by something they can't quite define, They creep back slowly, in a hesitant line. They sit with me, a cautious, gentle start, And piece by piece, I take their world apart. The mask dissolves, the image starts to fade, The monster they imagined, no longer...

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AN OPEN FORM VERSE absorbed by colour unrestrained & sensual engaged in measured contrasts of aesthetic style proportionate impressiond adorning existence in precise perceptions ...

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Superficial impressions, like the sunset ripple Museums, beaches, cafes by the score The phrasebook conversations with the service people Cliches in their predictable galore You’re saved from depth and filled with little pleasures The charms of tourism, early breakfasts, late night bed You travel light or loaded, spot some treasures And file them in the archive, to forget. ...

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Impressions Appear as forms And formulations Which may seem To shape that which Cannot be shaped.. Impressions arise Apparently..along With the thought Of the shaping......

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After flaunting her wares and dazzling our eyes Her energy ebbing ,motivation low It should come to us as no surprise That her colours fade to no linger glow She does now sedately and sombrely dress Though it still being in her nature to tease With the whispering wind she conspires to impress Her onlookers as she...

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over and over watercresses old rock leaving impressions...

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accurate belief illuminates stunning the obscure where confusion surrounds realisation ideas & motifs invite ambition's particiation apprecation in exchange helps hope ..to survive ...

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First impressions are a clue to character...

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rising from bed in the morning seeking shelter when it's storming idly whiling stray hours away dreaming there will be better days fabricating a self-image with a more prominent linage doodling on back of a letter shunning life as a go-getter paying of various taxes wielding rhetorical axes stopping by the grocery store dealing with muscles which are sore waiting in the queue at the bank musing why...

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The first impressions in the soft, wet clay of mind crystallize for good. ...

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footprints in the sand fingertips melting in snow every word we speak...

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Books I went to the Frankfurt Book Fair the other day. It was mind-boggling..Books! There were fat books, thin books, White books, black books, tawny books, Paperbacks, hardbacks, beautifully bound books, Pure books, lax books, learned books, lay books, Plain books, books of many colours, Books on every subject under the sun, Not to mention other books on Distant galaxies, pulsars, quasars,...

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IMPRESSIONS prospects of ennui  of the imaginative sharp &engrossing  expectations  sidelined for a different flavour in a reclining introspective a  shimmering bold fluent  flickering  left visible  savoured in complexity  encounters with the past  tenderness interacting with enthusiasm  throughout...

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IMPRESSIONS singular   radical  &contemporary startling subtle &intense pensive solitary inner existence pictured slightly askance a radiance   blossoms &appears outstretched between  an extraordinary atmosphere &the presence of something perfect elusiveness   trembles radiating a wonderful overlay recognisable   over time absorbing the indeterminate...

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A person can't be tuned or programmed to be a certain way. So why is it I feel “a defective system” to this day? My mind; it flickers black and white I try and try to get things right When I look into your eyes I see a vast world of shadows sliding past one another Dissociation A solemn vibration...

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