Short Mental Image Poems
Short Mental Image Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mental Image by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mental Image by length and keyword.
Mental image drawn
Encoded message filed
Mapped sequence spawned
Ostracized in time capsule
Recurring stimuli recall
Yearning for continuity
Japanese haiku brevity rewards economy
Mental image expressed in a few words
Read. Pause. Then follows clarity.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
One man sees beauty,
Lonely are roads not traveled,
breathe silent forest.
Here natures best friend,
who enjoys simplicity,
lives more than charmed life.
Night drawing closer,
Take one last look at beauty,
Take mental image.
By Chris Matt
Senryu poem form
Sketches mental image
Selects human weak points
Someone's lone character
Short amount of words in
Sets of 5 7 5 per line, amount
Seventeen syllables
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This mind looks for a picture,
thinking of mental image
as well as the deep structure
of figurative language.
Note: This form is called Tanaga, a traditional short Filipino poem which is only a quatrain, having 7 syllables in each line. The rhyming schemes may be aaaa, aabb, abab or abba.
eddy's leftovers from - life's sediment-alley-time currents
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musing a roadside can
send a mental image of...
a sediment-alley time-traveler
stilled yet echoing past times...
in memorium of some time-current beats miss't
that changed an eddy to a send-a-mental tune...
stan sand
My brain is in brine.
My neurons are loose stones.
Some things are more dented than a mental image.
The greatest stuff is in soup cans.
Whatever makes you open such a thing.
Is not hunger.
It’s a centipede that reminds you to be hungry.
Blobs.
My neurons are loose.
The greatest stuff is in soup cans.
Prickly, squirmy.
The empty can on the floor.
The carcass.
In this country of one’s mind
east and west are so defined,
warring factions ne’er at peace
forked tongue steeped in caprice,
pounding within one’s brain
mental image a constant pain.
So please let one strive to rove
amongst the evergreen grove,
to a remembrance that drove
one to the rugged coastal cove,
to an interaction that wove
in one’s implicit treasure trove!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
When I close my eyes that is when I see,
Seeing with my eyes open is hard for me.
Behind sunglasses is where I hide,
Because I can’t see I’m mostly blind.
I Just relax my thoughts and go inside,
I use my third eye it’s kinda my guide.
With closed eyes I can sense my surroundings,
Vibrational energy is all around me.
In my mind’s eye everything becomes clear,
That is when a mental image will appear.
The time on the clock says 11:11,
Using my third eye is my connection to heaven.