Synesthesia Poems - Poems about Synesthesia

...I see sun, I see sorrow, Mingled on the floor, A cracking egg, a knocked door, Mangled wealth and poor. I hear sound, I sometimes smell it, Synesthesia knows not whence, A response received......Read More

...Looseleaf thoughts trailed behind me as I moved between moments. Onto the next will little regard for the last. Carelessly discarded attention to detail left a world crafted by outline, but devoid ......Read More

...CONCEPTS OF SYNESTHESIA a visual rhythm in heightened       musicality with naturalistic aspects   an  elegant repetition staggered precise    cheery aural  sound colour a  complex   laye......Read More

... images yesterday's visions in a well within lost in wonder an inner light envision dreams hallucinatory visions ......Read More

...I balanced on a crescendo as the reverberation of cannon glanced off my chest and orange chills ran across my back. While, as if birthed by the composition, warm and cool colors danced in the sk......Read More

...Little hint of lavender Sense of indigo and purple mixture Its beauty hides its innocence I feel breeze That makes me soft and smile Breadth of mind It uncovers the layers Authentic sou......Read More

...Ambiguous beds, my drowsy youth, like warm, Bermuda fairways and greens. My back on this bed, thoughts roam, hands gesture and write words in the air — A window to watch clouds in the day,......Read More

...The unbearable beauty in jent A colour I claim to invent With multimedia And synesthesia It gives off a smelly sock scent ......Read More

...Anew your lips shaped a narrow line hiding the bluish voice of yours.......Read More

... An episode of birds hovers beneath a marmalade moon , just for a while, as cotton-clouds sweep the brushed limbs of a sky ready to cradle the cloaks draping avian settlers; those......Read More

...The song of angels softly rose Voices blended in the firmament Fragrant notes filled all the room Purest pleasures peaceful power Reaching out astounds the heart Senses held are blessed with liv......Read More

...Laying on a white beach reading you a story The Butterfly’s Wink you eagerly await ......Read More

... Our synaesthesia is for free, Music is the muse for me, It's in my blood, you see, Images imaginary, Elvira Madigan wakes to see, Mozart play Mozart lucidly. Swooner songs sound so silly, Ol......Read More

...--Her Name is Synesthesia -- I imagine color so vivid leaving those lips-- as if a doorway to another dimension. Each hue a photon fingerprint; appearing in this moment a manifestation-- l......Read More

...The moon so bold seems cold with a halo of midnight glow I sit mesmerized as the night grows old. I bleed still, even after all these years and I wait again through the night aching in the dep......Read More