Short Inputs Poems

Short Inputs Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Inputs by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Inputs by length and keyword.


Premium Member Thought of the day

sensory inputs and thoughts that bind
they relate to body-mind
there’s no harm; we signed up for this
but at our core, we’re love, light and bliss
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Thought of the day

sensory inputs and thoughts blind
these impulses relate to body-mind
there’s no harm, we signed up for this
but at our core, we’re love, light and bliss
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Zen mode

bombarded with sensory inputs
each nuance felt but not analysed
as pure awareness witnessing this 
the boons of grace for us customised
we remain at peace suffused with bliss
Form: Rhyme

Inputs Imprinted, Expression Etched


A-im
N-either
T-o
O-ppose
N-ew
I-nsights
N-or
O-bstruct

Q-ueries
U-ntil
I-deas
D-o
D-etail
A-ll
M-essages

©bfa051025
Monocrostic (Birthday of Antonino F. Quiddam)
Form: Other

Premium Member Zen mode

since we wish not to live life in past tenses ~
we embrace and release inputs from senses

the mirror is shattered; there is no one here ~
all that that is, is God’s presence everywhere
Form: Couplet


Gen

* Reading Comprehension.
*  Visual Inputs in form of images, doodling, sketches, 
    graphics.
* Based on
   Competency
   Inference
   Theme 
   Tone 
   Vocabulary 
   Analogical 
   Logical
   Reasoning
Form: Lyric

Premium Member What's a Perfect Age

aging awareness...
generational inputs...
resultant outlooks...

philosophies differ...
as arrows in a quiver...
good shots and poor shots...

betray past order...
to love and buy the present...
humans as robots...
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Types of Joy

There are 12 types of joy:
simple joy
almost joy
systemic joy
Saturday joy
expressing joy
knowing joy
all joy
max joy
constant inputs of joy
single greatest joy
sacrifice or joy
the face of joy
at the periapsis of earth’s orbit.
Form: Verse

Order

When we were created, we were given limited senses,
perhaps so as not to overwhelm our finite minds.
Like God, we delight in order, and there is much that we can do.

But our appetite for inputs has become a perilous addiction
and strains the limits even of our strengthening reasons.
We cannot tease the story from the storm.

So we snap-


13 October 2023

Premium Member Brain-Fartilizer

Nobody is perfect;
We all do stupid things,
But I think there are contributing factors
For these happenings.

My kids help make me stupid;
My wife contributes some;
My boss and my employees
Can all help make me dumb.

It’s the collection of all these inputs,
Preventing me from getting wiser;
Nourishing my stupidity’s growth,
That I call brain-fartilzer.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Maya

Maya, the veil we may call illusion,
is differentiated perception,
which believing real is delusion,
sensory inputs causing deception,
conditioned belief and preconception.
As long as we believe we’re body-mind, 
cravings of ego grip us in their bind,
freedom from which requires a shift to heart,
love enabled, with all mankind entwined,
eye single, whence our God-search quest can start.
Form: Dizain

Premium Member Difficult Acceptance - Mehrabian's 55-38-7 Percent Rule

Angry face and praising word.
I can't find out which is true.
Inputs begin to argue.
A straight posture is preferred.

Grinning face and sorrow word.
These can mislead our feelings.
People need careful dealings
with what they saw and they heard.

These are express confusion.
Which has the strong impression,
visual, vocal, or verbal?

Visual, fifty-five percent,
Vocal, thirty-eight percent,
And Verbal, seven percent.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member mindful eye

noticing feeling of restlessness arise
a stirring related to body-mind
dweller of our heart expressed surprise
at how such illusions do bind

poised in stillness we review our rebound time
to return to silence bliss energised
beyond space-time, no mountains to climb
where truth of Self is realised

sensory inputs amplified by ego
have served us well but to escape their spell
we shift into the boat God does row
which is how the cat we so bell
Form: Verse

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