Sense Poems - Poems about Sense

... Spring with full bright blossoms in cheers or zing. Dulcet sunshine never turning scorcher. Pigeons flutter in frolic to fling. Colourful flow......Read the rest...

...concentrated richness of sound to educate the ear to sustained attention of strands of counterpoint self-discovery by a sense ......Read the rest...

... In the live network of intricate unassailable design, invisible layer on imperceptible layer, the latticed mind is stratified. On spiritual strata the devout strands align with the innate ......Read the rest...

...The two mares owned by Mister Muller One was dark and the other duller But the one it was said Was more a shade of red That's a horse of a different color......Read the rest...

...When life puts in you in these cages, where you meet people of different rages, and faces, it makes you seem horrible. I noticed you shirt which reminded me of the clothes my dad buys to dir......Read the rest...

...life the main blessing despite pain, grief or stressing seems worth professing what we haven't got drives many human's sub-plot until being caught unthinking chatter caustic words maim and......Read the rest...

... There is a sense of trespass on this frost enameled morning as I leave my footprints graffitied across the white grass, sending the noise of every step to crunch my presence into a wide, f......Read the rest...

... In the gloomy nights Dies my life; my soul Fighting unconquerable fights Demons within the cold Lying on the floor half dead__alive Fading image of the shore Far off for a glide A se......Read the rest...

...The music plays in your head, great new music, formulated from the beauty of everything, just for you? I have ridden the silver spoons, and tripped the light fantastic, stepped into new worlds, wit......Read the rest...

...I am a mouse, catatonic with fear; just trying to stay still and silent, to survive. Batted about by an indifferent cat; for him a lazy afternoon, for me an aching lifetime. It has no idea ......Read the rest...

...Kidding around, I called mother “Lou” Short for Louella between us two. She’d return the favor; call me “number three.” At the time it was cute, now it’s precious to me. “Thank you, Lou” always......Read the rest...

...One day I decided a book I wanted to write, ,,Waiting on the back of the line" - pushing myself backwards. But everything has to need sense set me of, writing structure is though. It isn'......Read the rest...

...Day 1: Indistinguishable from the next Yet placed in a pocket Decisions made to be kept Yet I feel I give nothing For I am a stone after all It's my life's work To ponder my worth So tiring ......Read the rest...

...I had been feeling restless for some time, But today, I awoke in the afternoon Feeling truly at peace for the first time. A sense of calm enveloped me, Along with focus and drive, As a my......Read the rest...

... "Cocoon" They say... a New World traces over the old, leaving the unaware, erased, far behind the old unaware, left far behind, crawls the walls in its web of ......Read the rest...