Perceived Poems - Poems about Perceived

This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uploaded with the poem. It is recommended you view the artwork while reading the poem for a better experience. 8th place brian...

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He has a gift little perceived – A mind for temperament and thoughts. That he is one of privilege Is both natural and mysterious. Such witchcraft to them of fright Puts them to good reactions – Harmless to a passer-by – Helpful to a set...

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I walk in the door, my dog is looking at me wagging his tail, sniffing around my shopping bags, He has that suspicious perplexed look on his face, Oh I’ve seen it many times before I know what he’s thinking, how the hell I can come home with a fully cooked chicken in a bag, yet he...

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Let me sit down and observe the rising of the August' sun, it's gorgeous to watch it unfolding and illuminating the entire valley that was unlit! I refuge into the awakening Earth with an awareness not perceived by others, afraid to be blinded by such a brightness... and doing so, I won't witness what is worth! Let me speak humanly with those creatures ready to...

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When there are no doors, all and sundry, like the wee willy nilly winds, are welcome to come and go, as they please. Blow-ins, blowouts, are free to enter or leave. But feng shui would like missing doors to be not directly opposed, or for something to lie on path between, to keep the gi energy inside the house....

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A stone thrown upward hits someone who doesn't take offense or insult....

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Deluded by life over all. Scratch and climbing at a wall. Tomorrow, is thought to bring hope again. Succumb, as today it seems never to end. Trust shattered, left desolate, withdrawn again. Death beckons like an old friend....

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Lo! Behold the morning with such beauteous delight. See diaphanous filaments bestrewn with beads of dew, sparkling their display of every shade of prismatic hue, exalting the spider’s art, woven throughout the night! Lo! See the wraiths of mist, slowly rising from the river bed, whilst apparent rootless reeds, seen on either bank, stand like ephemeral ghosts! The...

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Perceived and Heard Regardless… (Or First Movement of Beethoven/Ray Charles Symphony) The words echoed; no sounds were made. Exploding images illumed the darken realm. Pity the ears that can but do not hear; Pity the eyes that can but do not see. Precious is the echoed imagery painted on the silent vibrating canvas Stretched across the womb of mind. Moving fingers having spoken and sketched, move on—searching the silence....

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Lo! Behold the morning with such beauteous delight. See diaphanous filaments bestrewn with beads of dew, sparkling their display of every shade of prismatic hue, exalting the spider’s art, woven throughout the night! Lo! See the wraiths of mist, slowly rising from the river bed, whilst apparent rootless reeds, seen on either bank, stand like ephemeral ghosts! The...

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Life As Perceived Reality We believe and think what beings we are; Juiced up ready to expel our seeds to create new generations of replications. Each with different bumps and rinds divided within, but in the end, can we really tell one from the other? What history was written? What tales were told? Where would our...

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A poem's a painting of a verse whose artist never once rehearsed the hues that he himself conceived for print. For poetry cannot be taught, nor can the perfect poem be sought-- a poet's words are not produced, but sent. A poem's a planted evergreen, the likes of which no one has seen, whose leaves are luscious and exempt from wane. For poetry cannot be stopped, nor...

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Mystery discreetly disclosed. Changing moods reveal details of shades edit Designed by nature with a clue, Watchful minds eye, will break the venue. edit Blended aspiring deployment, Thine story so brightly depicted....

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