Subconscious Poems - Poems about Subconscious

Be mindful of what you consume, for it shapes your being. Nourish your vessel with compassion, as your diet influences your inclinations. Choose your music judiciously, for rhythm resonates deeply with your soul. Be mindful of what you read, as words penetrate straight to your heart. Always practice prudence, for the devil’s trickery often hides in...

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least not there are subconscious discourses O! God The King of the Worlds Your peace is veiled definitely the heart get overthrown and the mind keep on wandering and the tale of sorrow is still drifting afloat ...

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The day you allow me to see your eyes I'll know The day I see the real you smile bright I'll know The day you show up to be seen I will be the one who sees The night covered in moonlight Is as important as the day Naked, baring it all with attitude The day you expose your yin My yang will respond...

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Looking upon intelligence too long can just depress, an honest mind figures out quick it’s not amongst the best. The range of them is just so vast, the unique mind so rare, you try to see what those guys see, nut it just isn’t there. I do not think that I’m stupid, at least not by IQ, the scale says I’m above average, nut who knows...

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What are our subconscious dreams for? Are they warning you to explore another door? Do they somehow take you to a world of lore? Or are they simply just for joys & galore? I wanna know what's their exact purpose Are they there just to make you anxious & nervous Are they somehow telling you a forbidden secret? And does humanity even...

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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....

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By Erastus "Popyeny" Shipuleni The heart is the Island inside me and you. It speaks the language of its own, have its own way of doing reacting. It feeds on whatever..., what is that whatever? The five basic senses of a human life, namely, touch, sight, hearing, smell, and taste. It is easily angered, quick to forget and humble to...

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There lay no death down below, Endless oblivion, the song of the bone, A path towards nowhere, where stories unfold, The visions of the dead, a memory untold. Ancient voices, sobbing at the door, He who resisted, but could not ignore, Soon subdued by the directive, Humanity's entire subconscious collective... Demons of times past, Angels that never were, They all joined together, All joined me in...

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I was walking a lonely road , my shadow as my only companion . Suddenly , I heard a crack quite brute the sound of probably a rusty boot . I paused right at my track and looked from where came the crack and as I turned and watched my back , I saw a figure , all in black . As I...

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Our Subconscious Residing very deep— within our brain and our psyche, it speaks freely to the spirit world, guarding always our precious thoughts whilst touching our hidden emotions, and talking to those who want to listen, and to those who want to connect to our shared humanity, as we seek ethereal answers, and bravely face down the Unknown, and to those certain sacred secret...

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A stranger that I know lies deeply in leafy mold. We speak by mumbles in opportune nights. He is always looking away to some precious mystery but I can't follow his eye. He surprises me in many ways- pulling those strings, a pretense of wings, unknowable things....

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Spirits sail amber seas of an amaranthine void echoing airily. ...

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I feel yellow and orange and swirls begin Prancing and dancing, smiling with mirth What about pops of white? My muse asks. I shush her, because I am in a swirly mode. Hot pink drops into my dendrite field. She is all about herself, living her best life. I have no choice, so I add her to my soul. Friday has never...

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Once upon a Time I listened to the voices The sighs, the screams, the cries Whom were offering me choices. Then once upon a kiss, The sparks had gone and flew I no longer had faith in love, But then ran into you. And once upon a breakdown, My mind had just collapsed You scooped me up into your arms And I was safe at last. Once...

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A single stare A thought from there Continue through the madness - A peace of mind A...

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