Short Realizations Poems

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


The Question

The world is a stream of veneers.

Pierce through them and witness its truths.

Some alarming, some inspiring.

Often afraid of their realizations.

Can we bear it?


Realizations

the world is not black and white
the world is many shades of gray
truth and lies can be the same color
everyone says that growing is hard
no one says that not growing is harder
life is a fusion of emotions and seeing
a mishmash of beauty and ugly
one must face the ugly
in order to see the beauty

The Way I Felt That One Time

Amdist the chaos of our lives, 
My confusion becomes your affliction.
Despite your manipulations,
Waiting is now your malediction.
So the truth hits close to home,
And my realizations become deeper.
You want me to believe my ideals are naive:
Don't bother.
If loose lips sink ships,
Then your quick wit is nuclear.
Form: Bio

Silvers in Symphony

Vivid memories of times gone by,
Still bring back a smile so bright.
Confident, bold were all my moves,
Into midnight I would groove.
Time has etched its mark on me,
Silvers and wrinkles in symphony.
Experience and realizations to share,
To inspire the youth, to make them aware.
The face may age, past its prime,
Yet my heart dances, with the times.
age
Form: Rhyme

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The Seeing Eye

I have come to realize,
real-in-my-eyes, that these eyes
can see through blind walls
just as easily as a breeze
sees itself upon a trembling leaf.

Metaphorical hat-brim pulled low
over smiling eyes.
A mind-view of a world made new
just for a moment.

There will be more, more realizations.
I will watch a hedgerow bird
eye a seed
that no other creature
can see,

and I will tell the sky.

Filters

I awoke into a sea of stars. No filters between our souls. Like a rabid sensation of time past forth. Melodies from your fingertips echo within, as the vibrations solidify the end of laws.  
Within this eternity we float endlessly, tumbling through unpaved desires. This sensation was bliss, until I awoke once more. I withered and died. Realizations in time, the heart cannot function without you in mind.

Realism

"Realism" Living in a bleak world, The realizations of the people. All the broken dreams, Crumbling as the world turns. Broken souls walk the streets, With empty minds, And faded eyes. Days on end, Walking the same circuit. Dark nights with no dreams, And bright days with no future. The day reality is known, Is the day that pattern starts. Realism is inevitable, And makes the world pointless.
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Instinct

INSTINCT no fantasy fool of influence no brooking interpretations vinebranched veins intuition causing winecultured realizations no airy formless misconception no seeing through the looking glass only sunbeams of scorchedmarks commanding sky vista’s prompt abbreviation words defining mottled lining prose describing characterizing instincts of obscurity © Kim van Breda—14 September 2015

I Think I Wish I Would

I think I wish I would


All the things
 I think I wish I would have said
Many times 
Many nights I stay awake with regret
I look into the future optimistically 
Hoping & praying
My eyes will eventually see
My dreams
My realizations every want & every yearn
The light 
The sliding path through every wrong turn
I seek knowledge philosopher 
Guiding, leading, leading & guiding
To where I think I wish I would have gone
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Early Light

Early Light I stir to early light’s whisper of morning while still awash with dreams’ endless calling of spirits gods prayers and chants echoes of conversations angels love affection silence of dawn and realizations yet to come, and so I arise to a note without a song and mouth the words of a poem yet to be when spring calls for summer endless yearning to become to be the many lives I’ve dreamed.
Form: Verse

Coming Towards the Light

Wrapped in the reaming
red rustic
ribbons of right and
wrong ,but as
our lives tragically
tremble along
towards their end .
All those
antipathetic
thoughts begin
to brashly
bleed and blend.
Their overwhelming
oceans of
numbing neurotic
notions into
one vital
viewpoint of
vulnerability.
Where they
rationally rush
towards their
ruptured
realizations
that there’s no
need to proceed
in the fight .
As they’ve finally
seen the light.

All Falls Down

Sensing an out of character emotion
Realizations come forth;
Desiring a future without agony,
Only requiring a cure;
A cure that will never fabricate,
Pray to the heavens above,
For a way out,
Freedom-
From this perpetual torture,
Strength with zest is the solitary hope,
Seek out the freedom-
With one’s willful spirit,
Drive within will guide one to the obscured wealth-
Wealth of ordinary living,
When all falls down-
Embrace the will to survive.

Remember Me As Much As You Do

Remember me as much as you do,
i will do as much love as you do.
Do not think that I'm no longer aware,
Remember your every heart beat me does.
You want me as much as much I want you.
I swear on your head,I will spend my life in your love.
Remember me as much as you do.
I will do as much love as you do.
From the realizations I have lived in this things.
You know I want for you,I have face every difficulty.
Remember me as much as you do.
I will do as much love as you do.
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My Control

It's a word that was created to control
It has no real meaning
People use it
People think they understand
But there's nothing to understand
It's like someone saying they need you
To get something from you
There's no law
But to get what YOU want
And not care for the other person
People make up rules as they go
What's the wrong thing?
What's the right thing?
But the only thing
That you have to do 
Is to do for yourself

My
C-conceptions
O-or
N-not
T-trusting
R-realizations
O-of
L-love

Tired

Tired

I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of not being happy
I’m tired of the expectations
I’m tired of my realizations
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of not being happy
I’m tired of the criticism
I’m tired of the pain
and I’m tired of being plain
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
I’m tired of not being happy
I could go on, yes it's true
but I won't because that would take up to muh room
I’m tired of you
I’m tired of me
and
I’m tired of being tired.
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