Impulse Poems - Poems about Impulse

...Under the mystical veil of a moonless night, I am but a leaf carried by the unseen currents of time, A feather in the wind, anchored to nothing, bound by no direction. Each day calls to me with it......Read the rest...

...”The mind indeed is of the form of space. The mind indeed is omnifaced. The mind is the past. The mind is all. But in reality there is no mind.” reflect oh hermit, on how thoughts ar......Read the rest...

... Time strokes the wrinkled canvas, the ancient spider in twilight hour weaves the senility web, the empty eyes wander in the wasteland. The hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of l......Read the rest...

...In my New York suburb, I’m mildly fond Of Helvellyn Road, and Gracemere pond But the original Helvellyn called... Ravenglass too, even the name enthralled. Of Lake poets, I eagerly read And I ......Read the rest...

...Why is it so interesting when someone else falls in love? Is our fascination purely voyeuristic, like the you-are-there of reality-TV? Is it jealousy or some unwavering belief in lovers as heroes? ......Read the rest...

...‘I, me, my, mine’ are the words to avoid, presupposing from God separation; it’s best we dissolve ego’s head ovoid in the void, a sacred consecration. Breath by breath we need to remind ourself......Read the rest...

... “In the depth of mind where happiness gleams life is an immanent image called beauty.” – Quote by Poet In translucent sapphire night, the drizzle of argentine star dust, symbolis......Read the rest...

... Just because we were commanded to take dominion over the earth , doesn't mean we have to do so in a way that makes it hurt , just because we can . There's nothing wrong with being gentle to it......Read the rest...

... The marooned muse floats with waned creative craving in the emotive stream of impeded passion, faces the monotonous stodgy scenario over the tedious span of time in the bleary plateau of poe......Read the rest...

...I peer quite nervously about, to wonder at the goings on, how much of what is said, is speculation on my part, and how this dwelling rose, from a clouded past milieu, tales of the apocryphal ......Read the rest...

...Eye of Horus in the dead of the night we stir from dreamless sleep meditative and in deep quietude as of an impulse from the universe we polarise our consciousness taking op......Read the rest...

...I preach to others to write and sing, to soothe the pain that rises like fog over a mountain, I lend them my ears, baptizing my tattered sheet of paper in their crystal tears, their poetry and mu......Read the rest...

...Touch are silent words Electrifying impulse Burning heart speaks.......Read the rest...

...Friendships, wordy scripts, cameras, microphones and venue blips. Call security, no need to be shirty, let's go again.. scene five, take thirty. Action. Cut. Time for tea. The bar is closed but coffe......Read the rest...

...I hold my breath this night a burning lungful of the green and dying sea that leaps then sinks in the minor key of sorrow’s deep and distant light a lowly note against my chest foam ......Read the rest...