Lucidness Poems - Poems about Lucidness

...I struck the raw edges Jagged scraps my shards thunders like waves of anger on your shore breeze sighed to ride the wind sunrises past my dismay odious side of dark souven......Read the rest...

...* This is a special, rather intricate rhyme scheme I created called “Carallon” - I hope you enjoy it. * ~ talk to me walk to me throw those happy hips - tossed to the heavens glossed,......Read the rest...

...Temporary nirvana (albeit elusive), nonetheless I strive to access attaining bliss mine soul bless exceeding exhilaration winning (with fewest moves against deadly opponent) bittersweet game, ......Read the rest...

...Sitting silently, lonely and cold wondering how I ever became this old wrinkled fingers gnarled, grey hair askew some aches and pains, quite more than a few the mind is home, in fact it's quite s......Read the rest...

...What is happiness but a beautiful act? on a tightrope strode alone feigning bravery flaunting its audience gifted talents lack? while time proceeds its merciless journey it’s senselessness never ......Read the rest...

...Your flamboyant of a heart is of glass shards and ice That stings like frostbite and slices like a vice To your prey, everything seems like a perfect price A beautiful contagion that swathes......Read the rest...

...As he sits in the chair, towards the floor is his gaze, fleeting memories wash over him but his mind is a haze. The nurse flashes by and gives him a smile, He longs for someone to sit and talk for......Read the rest...

...I hear the sound of a minute hand clock But see it I do not This sound it tears it rips my soul For every tic I pay the toll Of loss of lucidness in my soul I hear the sound of this satanic din ......Read the rest...

...V is for the violent images created by the ID I is for the immaculate figmentations that come to play O is for the opticals of illusions L is for the lucidness I have yet to succumb to E is for ......Read the rest...

...Having found great joy in giving I gave. $25,000.00 anonymously shared. What poor soul would this bequest save? Who would thank God that someone cared? I prayed for an answer and the wisdom to ......Read the rest...

...I am the pen of life Held between the fingers Of a much greater power I flow my footprints onto pages Even glass, wood or the roughest surface Engraving a non cryptic legacy Bleeding in cursive......Read the rest...