Sensed Poems - Poems about Sensed

niche mosaics in a figurative preference quirkily fashioned together conveying wisdom in an aged artistic style...

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I sensed eyes on me but saw nothing but Arctic white The sun was high, and the frozen crystals were sparkly bright. My snowshoes stopped in the middle of the ice, as I looked around I finally spotted an Arctic wolf pack, sitting quietly next to solid ground....

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Wood nymph was wearing flowers in her hair. Her eyes were oozing kindness. She sat still, not speaking. The animals came to her. a mouse two squirrels three chickadees a deer They sensed her love for them a rabbit hopped by feeling her wholesomeness none were fearful, even a tiny bit....

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With a spiral staff and a wizard’s hat, the creature entered her habitat. Sensing presence before he'd gone far, she transmogrified into a scar. Placed herself on her familiar, a mystical magical, yellow tabby cat. Candles were lit; he wondered why she had left her cottage like that. A powerful magic he brought into this eerie, creepy Halloween night. A...

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I knew you were gone. In the startled-now of a wide-eyed night---I knew, though you were beside me all along, I sensed. A cloying doubt, a premonition of you missing fastened tender gums to my pulse. I knew we would no longer teach flesh to speak, knew down and deep even though that thought struck me dumb. A space opened, I saw it from the bottom of a...

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I sensed him before I saw him. Felt his heavy hot breath on the back of my neck. I knew he would be large. I turned; he was enormous. Darker than I imagined a nine-foot grizzly bear. I had always thought they were dark brown. This was one black as a patent leather shoe. He had a roar that would knock a...

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her neck was stretched before her death but that was not enough for them so they cut it too her head had a mind of its own though and refused to die I knew this without knowing how I knew. I met her on a Tuesday; she crept in quietly Not wanting to disturb me; I sensed before I saw. She...

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While I was walking through a meadow, of blooms and sunshine, I stopped to spread my blanket, for a gay picnic at lunchtime. It was very pleasant, and I had brought many good things to eat. Afterwards I took a refreshing nap, in the cozy summer suite! Upon awaking I walked some more, and then chose to take a...

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I sensed it before I found it. I felt that it was dead, but I did not know what it was. After a day I began to smell it. I brought in others to smell, trying to pinpoint the where. They claimed it was all in my head; no one else sensed or smelled it. I knew all was not...

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Love wants nothing to do with the everyday affairs of men. Love's only intention is to catch the lover! Rumi God wants nothing to do with the routine affairs of men, God's only intention is to catch the lover's attention! I wonder if Freud's id transfigured as a sociopathic burning bush because Freud was drawn toward our shared holy ground of insanity, internal competition for awareness...

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