Intangible Poems - Poems about Intangible

She was with me, untouchable, intangible, and yet she caressed me with her breath in an intimate way on a balmy night in April, I shall never forget. Patiently, I waited for shadowed clouds to fade away. Then, I watched her gracefully moved among the stars, a flawless goddess in chiffon, her face alabaster pale. In resplendent light she was...

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Saw the 'Windswept Man' on Market Street The scene wrapped up in reggae sounds Moments became magical Existence happened briefly, I felt there As a student I'd walk that street daily If I cut across town my bus was 20 minutes quicker At one point I worked at the other end of the street I rarely go now But my daughter said... "Is it...

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To look at light reflecting Chaos is intersecting Beautiful in it's allure Though interpretation poor Easy to misunderstand No eye to eye nor held hand...

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Intangible love, elusive yet so strong A feeling that can't be seen or touched It lingers in our hearts all day long Of its power, we can never get enough It's like the wind, you can feel it's there But can't quite grasp its essence so rare It's like a flame, that burns within A passion that never seems to dim Intangible love,...

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Mom In every memory I have of you, I hear a smile in your voice. Even as my soul weeps at its loss. Still… After twenty years, I tremble at the loss of home. I look over my shoulder ...

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Intangible fragments of time dusty bits of space Turning through finite ways, settle the crust of days Eons long, twilight gone, misty things alone in place Once a second, stumbles across minutes, lit by heavens rays Wondering the halls of gods, photons race Burning out in optic nerves images of fragments plays Down in dusty rooms, doors to infinite...

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This page is intentionally left blank. It is intentional, a deliberate attempt act of obscurity. These are the words you are not reading. These words do not exist. Their appearance exists nowhere, They are ghostly and untouchable. They are empty invisible vessels, Voids, absent content. Your brain is intentionally left blank. You only think you are thinking. You are not thinking. Your thoughts cannot be traced. The...

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Marceau leans on air. His ethereal stage, a muse. Walls and limits come and go. Rubber, his body knowing what it wants. His muscle’s tale born in luster under polished light. Each spectator becomes a believer, each observer willingly accepts, how hands make intangible dimensions, how legs scale vaporous stairways. You should never ask what they saw. This myth maker made by his allegory. This illusion maker made...

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Intangible Objects First you say I am more To go through life with the mind set that I am an equal And if anyone says otherwise This is an act of bullying But I have grown, now able to speak my mind And i am told I cannot Why? You say I am less You say you are up here And that I am down...

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a picturesque extravagance,charming unsurpassed in beauty: the detail smooth black on which lightness dwells, then recedes outwards,upwards downwards to the floor...

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Intangible longing Of a fullish heart For things past That have been lost To the sands of time Never to be reborn Never to be revisited Gone Dead Past away Never to be resurrected...

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From the soul, comes logic and emotion Rationale and objectivity, Passion and belief It's flaws of ego, arrogance, and self interest All are self-evident dimensions of the soul To find ground in only one, hinders only yourself...

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Unwritten chapters of poetry hidden mid brick-wall blank pages 'tween lines of history's past grievances and faux pas, relentless whispers of tenuous echoes chanting unintelligibly whilst abstruse inky passages fade further intangible obscurity...

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Each day he came with a full smile and can-do attitude. I knew he was homeless, but his other truths alluded me. Each task I asked of him, whether involved or quick, was another job he consistently gave his all. His education was evident, his manners, perfect. ...

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So what single thing makes our writes so charming If I knew, I'd be driving a Ferrari instead of this jalopy I'm parking It's intangible they say Choosing words to convey Every day a new journey through life we're embarking...

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