Short Unconsciously Poems
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fear grips one unconsciously
heart begins to pound wildly
scary visions start to appear
P.R.Deremer
Do you hear that
Listen very closely
It’s so loud and deafening
Now that’s what true silence is
Now do you feel that
The breath you were unconsciously holding fade away.
The very first puff at birth—
Unconsciously, I drew it in.
Neither death nor birth,
But existence itself.
In an instant, hunger and cold fade away,
For that primordial kiss was so sweet.
Unconsciously
I touched your heart
with my finger;
I pushed my claw into your ventricle
and unconsciously...
they pumped blood together.
...impure blood -
mixed with love
unconsciously...
You and me get wet in the rain freely
Everyone looks at your wet fair body
Unique beauty you are in
Salwar kameez very thin;
With me you are laughing unconsciously
- Monday, June 17, 2019 Chattogram
This
Alien extension
Acquired tragically
Is rejected unconsciously
As minute defences
Wage war mercilessly
Vulnerable as combat rages
Transformed while I'm dead
Reborn with us United
Are you my friend?
Literary bridge to nowhere
Without compass, pen as guide
Through rambling discourse
O'er every jagged meter
Free, rhythymless strides
Unconsciously retreading again
Stumbling every step
Into vapid, lyrical retreat.
Difficult
at times
to barf back only
that which is
unconsciously
treasured
Splendid
at times
to recognize
the holy
othernessing
as me.
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written by Nancy Jones for no particular reason save the muse's urge
Form:
So full of shape is fancy
Mine
A rounded love so complete
Yours,
Disjointed lines
Emotional terrets
Spitting 'I love you'
Unconsciously...
Me,
All too aware of my feelings
Bleeding
I love you more
I love you better
I love you best.
Soul
Searches
Consciously…
Unconsciously…
Streams of query flow
Walls of falsehood erased
Screens of delusions get torn.
Springs of truth soothingly creep in.
Hunger satisfied, my heart comes home.
Days, nights, and seasons find endless newness.
the fragrance of the summer
lied upon your crooked smile
oh what sweet promise just occurred
unconsciously you have tempted me now
a flourishing way towards your heart,
soft and never long enough
a blessing filled with anecdote
a stillness covered without a kiss
Form:
quiet voice, loud
mind all the time
no break no pause
words reverberating
off the walls, illogical
little sense, but I listen with
intent to unconsciously invent
horrific scenarios, crazy, off the wall
no break no pause
rewind, repeat
with no way
at all
to delete
thoughts of nothing
trace through my mind
while my eyes see blindly
making it easier to hide
silently talking
so no one can be accused
unconsciously listening
to the emotional abuse
bitterly tasteful
the red warmth of its nature
difficult to touch
yet so easy to capture
Form:
Roadways and divided highways and destinations to encounter unexpectedly treading on thin ice. Headed
Into a dead-end no outlet to take unconsciously.
Directions were given were very diminutive and insecurities
entered to forms judgments of self doubt and vulnerability visited.
My old friend:
When will you run dry?
You are so familiar,
Some days I forget your pain.
I write to you every night,
Words unconsciously composed
In my dreams.
If only I could give you one cold shoulder
And you would disappear.
It would be a mistake, of course.
Without you
I am not me.
Roadways and divided highways, Destinations
to encounter unexpectedly treading on thin ice
Headed into a dead end no outlet to take
unconsciously. Directions were given was very diminutive! and insecurities that formed judgments of one's self doubt and vulnerability visited one's insecurities.
"The next train will arrive shortly."
Amidst the crowd,
We place a final period on one another.
The moment I chance upon a kindred soul,
Unconsciously, I watch your footsteps.
Awakening for a brief instant,
Reflected in the train window,
Her visage—
Was merely the ancient groan of the train.
"Woooong"
The allure of the moment
thousands of love ideas shaped at once
a typhoon of possibilities
swirls the senses
ruffles the mind
witty glances and flow of speech
all parts surrender to the voluptuous rhythm
of those consecutive fiery circles
released unconsciously
in an ocean of Spontaneity.
Am falling apart, unconsciously
Riding willingly to the flow
Of honora, if I lose it
I'd slow
On the round face
Of dark-skinned body fitted in denim
Your mild smile, losses my lace
Frankly, in a love like denim.
When you cross my mind
I'd lie down with your thoughts
Stirring my pre-conscious mind
A lovely trap, in it am caught.
Put pen to paper and
as the ink flows
so too your strength grows.
The power of the pen
to heal and reveal
innermost thoughts
amazes.
Words within
hitherto unrecognized
take form.
As you scribe unconsciously
the introduction to self
sparks a new friendship
of intimacy.
Put pen to paper
for the combining of the two
creates a powerful force.
My family
remembered now
and in our projected
integral future,
in this eco-political body
of spirited
natural Earth,
Birthing
and dying,
regenerating
and degenerating,
easing
and diseasing,
healthy
and pathological,
good humored
and bad hearted,
Unconsciously contemplating,
co-template-recreating
cooperative memorable days
and deep matriotic nights.
(A lone voice whispers at 3 am)
There was always something so controversial and medieval
About exploring semi-clothed in the dark shadows
All the deeply hidden essences of you
But I guess it's just one of the many unspoken reasons
Why I stepped into your view
Just unconsciously attracted when you appeared
Right out of the blue
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Hard times taught me how to walk.
Toes of my feet grew sore, slowing my climbing
But since the sacred duty of progression
Kept fondling my ear I had to keep going.
Humble ideas and thoughts
Brought about principled ideals
To be established.
In the wilderness I met
Old sages who unconsciously revealed to me
That longing is a pain concealed.
And I had no choice but
To agree with them.
Marble
Raw bronze slab
Imparts Rodin:
Man survives within himself
Thinking and remembering -
Such as, a vast towering dome
Devoid of creation and life
Praying for salvation
Genesis breeds Genesis -
Muted seraphim humbly inspire
Michelangelo’s genius to unconsciously
Imitate past recall through thought
Inspiration:
Rodin's:The Thinker
Michaelangelo's:The Sistine Chapel
Sweet Vie,
I want you happy well,
and happy in your life,
old friends unknown,
this side of the veil,
rekindle love, honey babe,
unconsciously we well may,
oft time, memory write,
for the all, is on the other side,
too much for us to ponder,
our feeble brain,
can't handle explain,
a multitude of lives.
shut up johnson :)
poetry takes over sometimes....
love n light babe....Don Johnson