Short Synaptic Poems

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

I sit within the ruins
Of a mind
Struggling
Lost in endlessly dark
Synaptic alleys
Reaching
For an unseen face
An unknown word
A fading
Me.

© John Lawless  

Indeed you are on
atop pyramids Lion
making smiles wide
eYeses bright light
and fiddlers fun in
the Sun.Stones alive
connections flare
synaptic layers jive
in there and hear.
We Are.Near dear.
Just cheer.

Pyramids.I.ON



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© Izzy Gumbo  

Commonalities shared in true spirit
Congruent in every sense of the word,

Like souls drawn together;
Though the unenlightened deem them absurd.

Unfettered synaptic responses
Birthing emotional literary compilations,

Wholehearted unadulterated creative endeavors;
Soliciting the world’s adulation.

© Michael Donnelly  

i walk upon ground made of dust
i dream in synaptic electricity
i speak in backwards tongue
fo eht woc

i burn like you
but not quite

because i like to split
the atoms

and the molecuoles are unsure
of their existence

the glucose feeds my frontal cortex
in a twisted fashion

this
makes me smile

© Dennis Sheffer  

Anger hides
Behind a gentle gesture
Shouting
How
did you let
this happen
You are there
I know it
See it
In flashes of sadness
In your eyes
In snarls of frustration
On your face
I know
You are present
Lost
In a synaptic maze
And so I search
Angrily
For a way
To find you
To free you
To love the you
That you are

© John Lawless  

The traffic, always busy,
Seemingly streams smoothly
Slithering through unsupervised
Synaptic stop signs,
Thoughts colliding with ideas
Arriving at synchronistic solutions
Within the cranial carnival side show
High fiving the flirtatious filaments
Of belief’s flickering flames
The carnage of conscience
Waiting for the light to change.

© John Lawless  

               nitrogen fixed bursts
  

                                    nimbus acoustics


                              neon lit cobalt


               static veins pulsate


                        almighty broadcasts


                                             synaptic feedback



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© Juliet Ligon  

To meditate in quiet space
The mind's complexity,
Can stimulate synaptic pace
Beyond stability.

Each thought creates another thought
Unto infinity.
So resolutions which are sought
Cannot have certainty.

No theory should be finalized
As science can attest.
What Newton's theory optimized
Young Einstein put to rest.

So as we ponder is the mind
Incomprehensible?
Remember that we may not find
The answer is attainable.

© Tom Mcmurray  

In a stolen moment
of solitude I sit
at the base of my
bookshelf and
surrender to swirling
synaptic symphonies of
Solzhenitsyn

In yet another
purloined pause
I pensively peruse
Poe’s pedantically
petrifying ponderings

I desperately desire
a day to dutifully
devour Dickinson’s
dreamy dirges

Alas
my children call
and I must leave
my literary wonderland
all is not lost
for bedtime is near
and Dr. Seuss awaits

© Dawn Mungovan  

Colors of Serenity
by Lori Maria Walton

Serenity,
  an endless expanse, 
     Indigo

Cutting through a synaptic web
   Earth entangles thought,
      Amarillo

Fossils of our lives
  Entrenched in patterns unknown,
    Violet

Spoiled, the the artist
   Our existence, 
      Fuchsia

Melodious rhythms
  Overtaking our soul with grief,
     Transparent

Jasmine aroma
   Brilliant, shattered, replaced
      Colorless and free

© Lori Maria Walton  

The ever growing sense of danger
prevails through
sweat and quick glances,
the shadow ballet
with offbeat dances.
The melodrama playing out in your heart
vibrating with each beat.
All in the synaptic choir
singing the intro of your panic.
As the people start to chant
while tension wounds even tighter,
the warrior in you the fighter
comes through.
To save the day and be a hero
from the pain staking moments
leading to and fro
that equals to nothing less
than pure fear.

© Malcolm Dyer  

It’s there
Y’know
Like the aftermath of pop corn
Stuck
Irretrievably
Ensconced
Imbedded
In the grinding mechanism
Dodging the gnash
Of frustration need 
Y’know
That pesky poetic seed
Tormenting synaptic calm
Buzzing like a 2AM mosquito
Humming an unheard song
Dancing on the edge of a thought
Whispering in the silence
Of poetic lethargy

Arise, oh muted muse,
Grasp the trembling gauntlet
Lend it purpose
Suit it in poetic armor
Mount your steed

LET THE JOUSTING BEGIN

© John Lawless