Short Subconsciousness Poems
Short Subconsciousness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Subconsciousness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Subconsciousness by length and keyword.
Our thoughts are as powerful as our words. When you commit to a negative thought process, you actualize a derogatory subconsciousness.
Through Realities..
Dimensions, and Universes..
He, She, They, Them
Unite.. Reunite..
and Die to meet again..
Having, and enduring
the Consciousness,
and Subconsciousness described
as Life..
Each individually a Creation of Evolution..
A Star, and within that star..
Existence.
How does language function?
To explore it and brain's junction!
Does the subconsciousness prove who's boss?
Somehow I am at a loss!
And how does it tie to the spiritual thing?
Know somehow Jesus is King!
So happy to start the quest
Feel as if I've really been blessed!
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As I
slumber,
a dream encumber,
wakefulness denied
in fitfulness.
What be changed
when I awake
from subconsciousness?
'tis the dreams
forgotten
that matters
to the deaf, blind
unfeeling mind
within,
matters to the within
of things
encompassed in:
As I, Dream
I am.
The Day I danced, to a tune unsung,
And to whispers of your voice,
That strayed into my subconsciousness,
Thinkin it was a song...
and that you sung to me.
The Day I danced, on my bed,
And to the music of silence,
That poured through my soul
Shattering the curtains of loliness,
That covered my heart...
Mirror Universe
In the ethereal cosmos of your subconsciousness
Is the mirror universe
Of the symptoms of your stagnate mind
That you thought you left behind
A systematic reality in reverse
Of the astral plane
A seer whispers with suspicious viciousness
As you hold high your spear
In the crimson maw of Fenrir
Ending his eons of definitive reign
(Unfinished)
the mirror of subconsciousness
holds the drifting sediment
of thoughts that never rise to waking light
it gathers the soft distortions
of memories bending themselves into new shapes
it keeps the shadow-bright symbols
of fears that speak in riddles we almost understand
it tilts toward the mind
revealing the hidden currents
that carry us even when we think we’re still
Lost, forgotten, downtrodden,
My horizon I sought to broaden.
Myself I seemed to have lost.
Inner demon Whispers fill every thought.
Subconsciousness swayed, and dismayed.
I always give myself the lowest grade,
afraid of hidden potential.
I just think I'm mental.
Playing dumb to lower expectations,
only leaves me with frustrations.
Change is all I crave,
but all I can see is my grave.
Yours is the last voice I hear
Before I surrender myself to sleep
The way you utter my name
Telling me how much you love me
How much you care and appreciate me
It keeps playing in my head
Penetrating through my subconsciousness
Reminding me that I have someone to live for
Someone I've got to hold on to
And when I finally open my eyes
Yours is the first voice I hear
Whispering in my ears that you love me so.
When your luck seems at an end
Maybe it is!
When everything you do seems all in vain
Maybe it is !
Perhaps it's time to take a look at yourself instead of others
Just in case !
Look at your family and try to feel what they feel
Just in case !
Look deep into your soul as it pulls at your subconsciousness
Just in case!
So think how proud you'd be when your children act just like you?
If you still have them !
When Joni sings, “Both Sides Now”;
it rang across the Earth on airwaves of liquid gold.
Her crystalline voice lends its iridescence to,
a poem of great beauty.
Canada’s child birthed integral wisdom;
Crystalline words set to a
lava flow of, music from her subconsciousness;
they waltz us to dream-time and feed our dream stories;
their cocoa-smooth nectar, sweetens life,
when Joni sings.
that was day when i was asleep
this is the day me being awake
that was the day of subconsciousness
this is the day of supra-consciousness
this is the day, me hanging at the edge
today i am ready to get out of the troublesome age
i summon the angel, that i had, within my fleshy cage
i am surprised to see it being devil's roommate
i have been through a lot of changes
then and now has been a new story to tell
Form:
Silver dollar orbits full,
illuminates a slumbered trail.
Like tidal rhythms I feel the pull.
Subconsciousness now sets sail.
I'm floating, flying viewing all
as my mind stays on the ground.
And suddenly I'm very small,
no conflict can be found.
The daily worries, stress and fears
seem to vanish with the night.
And loneliness just disappears
in dreams when I take flight.
yet even this nirvana state
finds abrupt dissolution.
Eagerly my mind awaits
it's nocturnal resolution.