Short Mental Picture Poems
Short Mental Picture Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mental Picture by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mental Picture by length and keyword.
is it a vision of what's
yet to come?
or an illusion of fantasy?
what mental picture
do we see
behind the darkness
of our eyelids?
Longer Fuse
I trace a mental picture of your face in my head
That's why I smile each night in my bed
God I wish you were here , How I love you my dear
Your why pillow cases come in Two's
I can no longer listen to blue's
And I have a much , much longer fuse
Through his imaginations I dream
Of not the darkness, but devine
From those grave blue eyes I gaze
Upon the words, they shine
A mental picture of me, I dream
From the core of thoughts within
Feeding like a scavneger upon my view
From the world that I once had seen
Form:
Catch A Batch of Poems
This is what I have to do.
Poems are floating around
in my mind so I must catch
them.
Mental picture has absorbident catch,
Of my poems all existing in big batch,
Am never shrude;
Another viewed,
Waiting and existing for me to catch.
Jim Horn
Ageling thoughts that once did bloom like swift-lings
on a cleaned faced mind by the morning sun of day
We sang songs of glory in our living room
sailing on through the years that went by like lightening
We savored every mental picture every image,
of a life well spent...
Well hello there all my sweet dudes and dudettes
As I write this I contemplate dancing with the Rockettes
However when attempting their famous kicks
This endeavour leaves me in quite a fix
I ungraciously tumble on me bummo and my undies I do wet
© Jack Ellison 2015
Bet this conjures up such a charmingly exquisite, artsy fartsy, mental picture, right!!!
Picking up the trash
I brush past you.
You say: "mind the ice."
I smile - a mental picture
of my comic duck-walk.
Halfway to the garage
I hear your voice again,
as if your throat were within mine.
I feel your salty gravity
as a presence dipped in my blood.
At the sink,
you kiss my cold fingers
hum a song from ‘Frozen’,
while stirring hash in a skillet.
Each and every day,
I am grateful for the time.
Aware and in the moment,
which is temporarily mine.
And, looking at my mother
asleep and in her bed,
I add this mental picture
to the memories in my head.
How blessed to be the chosen
and, to really understand.
For the chance to take this journey,
together hand and hand.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
July 7, 2019
I wear an imaginary locket around my neck
I go to a quiet place and look at your picture
I close my eyes softly and ponder what your eyes look like
Then I close my imaginary locket and place it even closer to my heart
Its hinges are worn
Your image is faded
I hope to see you soon to snap a new mental picture
My imaginary locket worn securely in its place
My heart dances merrily when I put it back in its place
Gwendolen Rix
12-17-14