Sensitivities Poems - Poems about Sensitivities

... a source of inspiration the visible artistic voice natural sensitivities of familiar landscapes representations evoking the ambiguous in ......

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...There were moments when my prayers were lost in the winds, I felt only the turmoil like a troubled sea under a cloudy sky, fears and tears, echoes of deep pains, so deep and lonely, like a boundle......

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... there were moments, times in my life when I couldn’t pray – all I felt was strife there were fears, tears, leftovers from grief so dark and lonely, I couldn’t get any relief t......

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... The flow of intrinsic instinct channelized through the seamless emotive space, between shining sensitivities of discernment, drives the central cognitive impulses, propels persistently th......

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... Takotsubo My grief would overtake me. There was nothing that could shake me. I could not get out of bed. I had nothing but bedhead. Hygiene was lacking, and I was constantly snaking. I......

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...Driven insane by sorrow, there’s no tomorrow to cure it… Honestly, I’m in vain and so guilty…feeling way less than legit… I’m holding you close in my optimism and its memories along with it Torn a......

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... Good time, bad time, contrasting confused sensitivities partition time continuum unequally. Live the impermanent sequence, repeated beyond control as perceptive pieces of life in time mos......

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...AVANT GARDE narrative  motifs initially  far fateched  hitherto full    of pathos  full   of poetry in  bestowed pleasures a sense  of  rapture capturing   the everyday fleeting  spo......

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...It’s your love That causes me to gasp, Trembling within Because you know me Like the shadow knows the light, Like the autumn knows the gathering, Like the dewdrops know the gentlest kiss… It......

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... “The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gathered up gold, And now he is dying…Old age, begin sighing.”- Thomas Hood In the amber hues, kissed by scarlet Soothing w......

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... Dew slips down the gentle leaf, Unburdened by the sunlight’s reflecting Grace over the mountains, misty With remembrance, beautiful like the burning Wonder of a painting, only these......

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...It rains again... Birds find refuge in exile...but the toads and frogs rejoice. The ceilings are washed and live Party... Clay runs wild in the streets... the children sans expensive toys sw......

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...The Voice Within. Somewhere in the depths of me, in a place I cannot find. There lies the seed of longing, for that to which I’m blind. I feel it dwells within me and every now and th......

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... Pieces of me Like wind blowing through trees Barren of leaves In the winter of my dreams Falling softly, like autumn thoughts Caressing the earth With exciting auburn, crimson Colors......

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...Word juice in whispered summaries by the senses... sound painting printed on souls... syncopations of sonorities smoothly flagged... visual exposure of the conciliation of all signs........

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