Perception Poems - Poems about Perception

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Did you think if we were a projection Transmitted via our displays We were real while our perception Carried us through the years and days On the screen of a thousand faces We did manage to see us, but then Little did we know, that such cases Can occur without any plan We weren’t looking for someone, we were Filling the gaps, posting...

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In my journey across languid life's undulating landscape, the course of the designated track as ordained I don’t lose. The hazards on the way I could circumvent and safely escape, as I walk toward the final destination someone chose. I don’t believe in what is said with dubious authority that the genes control the life's course and the free...

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Let the eye see, through clear, clean lenses Not a wilderness of mirrored reflections, Echoing biases of misconception, But, with true perception, rid of self. The sound I hear from out there, A call of bird, a ring of bell, Is not a story, memory nor a spell. It is improvisation in staccato, syncopation. The taste of a raindrop on the tongue, Is not,...

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Toxic notions, mixing up potions Bubble and boil, cauldrons toil. The words evade me, They could've made me - by now - but somehow, I forget what the words were I forgot I could speak, I became so weak, inside I was dying, I couldn't stop from crying, I wanted to run and hide. Perfection is just a reflection, An image...

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Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel… never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time, wrapped up in some sublime cosmic poet’s next attempt at melancholy? I don’t ever feel at home, most times would rather be alone. I’m broken, yeah I know cuz I don’t change things. Maybe I’m just out...

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The Mirror’s Truth I stand in front of the mirror, and it shows me— but not really. The left is right, the right is left, a quiet trick my eyes have always known. I fix my hair, adjust the strands just how I like them. Not for the world—just for me. But when I step away, that version of me stays behind, trapped in glass, while the...

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Is this what was meant for me… The drawn reflection of a man? Each step taken with the lightest touch, So many they tread a new course. At every bend, a choice was made, Drawing circles and channels upon the land. Choices made, lines in sand, The track lies ahead, not behind. I thought I’d rise, reflection true, With head held high, over the...

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A situation or an individual always has two sides or even multiple sides Its just that you don't tend to knows about it or never got to know one A laugh , a beautiful smile which I knew for decades can be an evil smirk that wants me to decay Perspective matters and so does the...

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They learned long ago that a life filled with perfection… has less to do with life itself…and more with their perception: Every night before they fall asleep…as in their bed they lay… she gives him a kiss good night and says, “Thank you for a perfect day.” And every night as they lay in bed…the moment she is through… “For...

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The other side ain't really greener the streets is cold but society's meaner Its a rough climb up out this b&*ch and I'm steady tryin- constantly fighting for what's rightfully mine and I'm already out my f-in mind breakin my spine jus to find Ain't nuthin at the end of that rainbow its a low blow so I stick that needle in my...

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So, the glistening aim noticeably passes by, So, the dangerous motion formidably goes by, So, the unknown one remains unknown for the time being, So, one is ahead of the petty singing. The one and only is good-natured and well-behaved, He is favoured and well-blessed. Though the great Guide is sacrificed, done and dusted, The honest being is fit, fine, and...

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In the sixties, a mere chemical fooled Timothy Leary He became a missionary, to the jaded, the weary He thought he had the answer to the question: how to get the key to the doors of perception. We could become one with a conscious field That only trickles in; you could make the walls yield More than that, LSD could make...

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I behold God’s might through special child’s growth along new wheelchair with toy cars as gifts while sun rays smite clouds… …I’m blest with love by son’s sweet kiss hand’s touch of thanks warm hugs, firm grip… …I hear hymns prayer, verse praising God… …midst breath hope and… grace*! *2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect...

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Persona, a mask we wear, a painted facade, Protecting the heart, a secret, a code. Painful truths concealed, a silent plea, Playing a role, for all to see. Profoundly, we craft a persona, a shield, Protecting the soul, a truth concealed. Power, a tool, to shape the image, Painting a story, a fabricated image. Passionate, the mask, a fragile facade, Playing a role, a...

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