Short Subconsciously Poems
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My dreams are of Peter
but it's Wendy I really adore.
Strangely subconsciously Pan
attracts me
of that
I cannot say more.
Meditating subconsciously in quiet solitude
Draining the reservoir of intestinal fortitude
A calm, confident being will forthrightly protrude
Stimulus excreted
Sinuously invades
Subconsciously corrupts
Suggestive images
Seeded, sneakily sown
Sacrificial victim
Satiability owns
Pleiades S Contest
Date 4/21/21
Literary bridge to nowhere
Without compass, pen as guide
O'er rambling discourse, each jagged meter
Freely moving with rythymless strides
Subconsciously retreading again
Until stumbling into idyllic, lyrical retreat.
Subconsciously searching,
something secures my gaze,
spectacular it seems,
significant somehow.
Studying the scene, I
simply can't shift away,
steadily observing.
4-21-2021
Pleiades S Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
in this world
I cross many things,
many times
consciously, subconsciously
here
everything is
in nothing!
nothing is
in everything!
seemingly
illusion,
delusion
born from dead, dies on birth!
-September 03, 2019 Chattogram
Drizzling morning
Damping mood
Subconsciously seeing-
The running ants
on the exterior sill of my window,
Running
ants after ants
Don't know their
From and To,
Mysterious
the source and destination
-Wednesday, July 24, 2019 Chattogram
CURIOSITIES BECOME REALITY-:-
rationally
verified
patternd
unconnected
specialisation
of EMOTIONAL AWARENESS
subconsciously
residing
turbulence
chaotically
liberated
provoking DEEPER INSIGHTS
embracing
implicit
swathes
defining
art
How still is our stillness, if we as yet intuit
continuity of the sounds of silence,
within organic form with which we identify,
thus subconsciously inking wisdom imbibed,
with memory imagery and conditioned belief,
deludedly proclaiming prismatic hues as truth?
heavy confused dreams
filled my night with restlessness
subconsciously awake
endlessly the mind wonders
every thought held as captive
unrelenting fear
the mind takes over
grandmaster of illusion
and I the pawn of the game
a mental torture
I mount my attack, countered
I awake, checkmate
You are so small, and yet mean so much
Many things can cause you, the lightest touch
You represent love, happiness, and sorrow
You show the truth, no lies you flow
You taste of salt and honesty
You’re the path from my heart, subconsciously
You are so inferior, so mere
But you show so much, my single tear
Neuron's bounce off the inside of my head
my reality has been 'bastardized'
by my own refusal 'subconsciously'
to accept and be accountable,
for what I wrongly thought I was,
for who and what I am,
for whom I will become;
for the good
I am capable of discerning.
Elizabeth alexander 12/2/2016
On the pit
pendulum swings
by and by
left or right
east to west
subconsciously never stopping
pendulum swinging bobbing
hitting side to side
yet it not cries
rubbing the walls
of the victims installs
motion never ends
the wind they are about it's spinning
7/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
Her moves want to be famous
She tells her love while she moves.
She sings like Tori Amos
Lost in peace as she grooves.
Subconsciously trying to prove.
Her heart is pure as water
When she dances her bodies less hotter.
Like a landscape of calming green
Surrounded by crystal blue water
Her soul reborn and clean.
by kristen bruni for Let dance
I don't have a favorite movie star or celebrity.
All of them appear so self absorbed and narcissistic to me.
Their only goal in life is fame and publicity.
When I see them walk the red carpet so glamorously
displayed for all of us to see internationally,
I can almost hear them all screaming subconsciously,
"Hey Everybody! Look At Me!"
Talk about major insecurities.
Oceanic Mechanisms
It was here that I found her sleeping softly,
Somnolence is so beautiful to behold,
When oceanic machines purr,
And the streets of her dreamland,
Bustle with fantastic automobiles,
And subconsciously, the sidewalks
Are strewn with people carrying flowers,
And waking life is very soon to commence,
As I pray, she brings this sublimity to consciousness.
thinking outside the sand box
subconsciously who one must think tube
then get your head withdrew
from out your man box a grook on TV
Take 5-
A step back
Your distortion of reality
Deteriorating subconsciously
Unable to distinguish fact from fantasy
It’s not so bad –
Living in your imagination
What’s real or a hallucination
My mind is trampled with anticipation
Body facing ablation
Tortuous mind, its obligation
To dissipate the stagnation
Of a creative mind-
Obliteration of the finest
But hell, my own mind is biased
A life long choice, to spend wasted time~
Was your search for silence
~and~
tranquility of the mind.
A matter of delusion~
That Such thing exists to find~
Believed only by those, who are subconsciously inclined.
How can a world, which posseses symbolic seas
- and -
Crashing waves, symphonic with chime
Continue with rotation, without it's voice of rhythmical reason
-and-
Universal rhyme
She saw him across the room
The illuminated orange glow of his stick
The deep, mournful rhythm of the music
Thumping, thumping
Uncoiling slender limbs
She moves subconsciously closer to him
The drum-beat pounding
The smoke drifting
Unfathomed, darkened eyes shaded
Heart thudding, she stares
Background vinyl singer wailing
Eyes, nothing but eyes,
His brown shaded eyes
Solitary, distant worlds.
Feeling so unsentimental, unaffectionate.
No love for thee, no love from me,
Not tonight, nor momentarily.
Feeling so bored, all alone.
No love for me, no love from thee,
Never now, nor eternally.
Feeling so silent, contemplation.
No love for thee, no love for everybody,
Not forever, nor currently.
Feeling so subconsciously lonely.
No love for me, no love from anybody,
Never today, nor momentarily.
There is no cure for Stupidity
And when Stupid we do
As Stupid we are
We instantly regret
And subconsciously think
God I am such an idiot
I wish my brain would engage
How can I be so Stupid
Its like touching a oven in slow motion
Knowing this is going to hurt
My finger's are only going to get burnt
And the stupid thing is
Its a lesson I have already learnt
But stupid silly me
There is no cure for stupidity
Awaken
Closed eyes shut, awakened
In the Beauty of Father Subconsciously while asleep; Partaking of His beauty deep;
Grace, Solice, Mercy speaks;
Beloved you are adorn His;
And in Him there's peace;
Awakened thankful
Awakened with His breath
Awakened in His love
Awakened embraced ??
Hallelujah ????
9/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
These streets I can feel beneath my feet.
I listen intently to feel their beat.
I'm walking to the rhythm of blacktop drums.
Subconsciously I'm in sync and my mind hums.
The tempo seems to mimic how I feel.
Imagined possibly, but for me it's real.
I now feel that someone walks with me.
I converse with those I cannot identify.
For some it's a reason to be locked away.
For me it's accompaniment to stay.
ChillNPsyco
Within the bright cerulean lit skys, a ball of innocent happiness emits from the murky clouds. It's happiness melts onto what we call earth and it milks the darkness of its pride. It drains the shadows of its slumber and provides radiant warm to the thirsty fields. It announces its precense through sheer rays in our window pane. Golden, it is, indeed. On low souls it subconsciously lifts, and burns its way into our hearts.
Sun.