Sensations Poems - Poems about Sensations

Sensations of Love 4/25/2025 ...

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Quote: “Lenses grant vision, perspectives determine what we see.” Poet As faith confirmers, glorious, color-chorused rainbows caress. Brilliant beauty as fresh delivered through Heaven’s gate, brightens human hopes, uplifting faith to further radiate. Sensations sparkling gloriously bright as any God made jewel grant elation promises that soothe any doubts man may mutter. For many, rainbows are a visual grabber, seeing...

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In The Moment… I’m elevated and aroused, doused in scenic sensations Tickling my ears are the sounds of vermilions chirping Jasmine incense redolence pure pleasance The lasting impressions of a passerby’s stirring smile while waving back at the doe-eyed carefree child ...

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This fleeting sensation. Its captured my imagination. Its captured me, and its quite breath taking. What is this feeling inside? I can't even run from or hide. Pulling on me, its souls deep. Is this a toxic passion that's trying to corrupt me? No, it feels different. It's a new way of keeping me tempted. I love the high highs...

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Ethereal poetic musings create celestial visions, like a gymnastic athlete with lively coloured ribbons, renewing life as circles of light swirl into exotic symbols. Lights flicker as cameras flash to perpetuate the scene, holding spectators captive with astounding imagery. Celestial visions overwhelm sensations ne’er forgotten. Especially when she hugged him And kissed him over and over again. Till I wake up. Was...

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love is a biscuit – spread with jam or dunked in tea according to mood// love is a hairnet catches stray strands to hold them gently, and softly// love is a mirror reflected affinity in each other’s eyes// love is a window; look inside; you see your soul – look out, see the world// love is an apple make apple pies or cider – it’s your decision// love is an...

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In a world of strange sensations, where desires intertwine like dreams on a summer night, I find myself caught in the waves of a melancholic melody, the desire to express all that pains me, words flowing like the blood of a dying man, careless of linguistic errors, seeking only solace. My heart, absurd as a man wrapped in a...

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Light seems brightest when seen in the darkest dark. Yet darkness can be all but eliminated by the brightness of light. When in a balanced contrast, each is often seen clearer. Although their differences when compared are quite stark, Both darkness and light have the potential to provide great insight. Each has qualities that can make things seem dearer. Once while...

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I like the way he takes that car and makes it howl with such a yowl. Some guys like to drive from A to B. They keep it simple. Others never notice how many see, gaze at their wheels, their roofs, their doors. But this one experiences the strangest of sensations. What is he feeling as he takes that car, making it yowl...

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There is beauty in your absence     there is greatness in your silence there is pain in your wishes      In your innards, there are dreams Poetry and you are synonymous     I am synonymous with love how I love you both.       Poetry is a susurrus that tickles the nooks       and crannies of...

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exquisite effervescence surfaces dreamily glittering pearls flickering tinges from the sunlights caste admiring change through chocolate eyes and hungry hearts to submerge in pure water with unbridled zest...

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Rivers and parks love and sparks something about you this time around 7th heaven silkwood night flight cool down Still lovin' you...

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Does anyone see the people, perhaps its just a crowd Does anyone hear thunder, from inside a popcorn cloud Does anyone smell the fire, after lighting up a smoke Does anyone taste hunger, before the gluttony chokes Does anyone feel the pressure, building inside my head Does anyone sense imbalance, pallbearers of our dead Does anyone know for...

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Where is spring, is it still summer the fall, the winter...!? I feel them, they exist, but my feet don't touch, my hands don't caress... There is no material body, are just sensations, only ethereal seasons... !...

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When subject and objects merge, what remains, save breathing pulsation of unity, as all-ness in separateness ingrains wholeness of creation in certainty, throbbing within in continuity? Essence of presence, in continuance, feels each nuance through inner sentience, radiant in the vibrant bliss current, in playful, joyous dance of innocence, manifesting the hitherto latent. 25-April-2021...

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