Synesthesia Poems - Poems about Synesthesia

My heart was breathing rapidly My ears were thrumming silence Filled with the joy That came up beside me I was seeing sounds that spoke Into my moving mind It took one glance and told me That I would never die Breathing knowledge Thinking truth Speaking to the all of you I sound was rest upon my shoulders Lifting me to speak louder I saw the truth float...

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she can hear orange, yellow and red she sees melodies playing in the air synesthesia is her name she sees the world in new ways her normal is our unusual she can feel numbers synesthesia is her game...

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Don't fret if you forget the exact look of her smile. A laughter so angelic it could brighten the stars. Or exactly how her face looked when sleeping, curled up, shaped like a crescent moon....

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images yesterday's visions in a well within lost in ...

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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 sky and back, from the now dull red horizon. I sat, as cellos and violas seemed to lift a Prince and Princess - then flutes and violins tossed them...

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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 sound comes up Suddenly I’m deep in thoughts Lost in a palette Your color Your mind Eternal adventure In a way Blue window of a soul Deep down It spreads to the world Come into...

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

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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, Old rockers croon so vividly, Funny lyrics in my brain, Sounding a little deranged, (It is hereditary in my family) Yes, Synaesthesia is for free, Smurfette's songs, so silly....

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--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-- lovely, serene, glowing. The visible spectrum of your soul dancing ...

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I was driving Bright sunny day Cool breeze blowing Through my hair I caught a scent And was immediately Transported in memories Back to my childhood Recall was amazing Instant daydream Of all those years ago Seeing and hearing Just like I was there Backyard barbecue Friends and family I think I was eight It was a great day More fun than I’ve Had in ages with People long gone Woke up from My...

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