Tangible Poems | Examples

A Hurdle Race

Life is like a hurdle race
Tangible and invisible hurdles 
In your way
Even a childhood dream isn't simple
If you have passed all the hurdles 
The world will be your oyster
But sometimes as you look back
You found that you have failed some
And you didn't jump the last hurdle
Because the whistle blew
And already time's up

It's a Tangible Line

It's always
A tangible line
Past leaving
And being left
Behind

It's ransomed
At ready
With no deal
On the crook
And makes for
A mention
Beyond the less
Or the look

It's never
Outspoken
Yet the clear's
An afar
In whispers
Not ready
To see best
Past a scar

It withers
And witnesses
For the cause
With a stain
Yet always
It answers
For the sweet
With a name

It's elsewhere
And closer
For the next
With a how
Then away
In a steady
Of a near
For a now

It's over
And under
For no claims
With a hand
Yet always
It answers
With a start
For a stand

It's long
And it's clearer
With no cares
On the line
Yet beckons
With borders
In a close
With a mine

Animal Tangible With a Cannibal

An Animal Tangible with a Cannibal 

knew an animal
we think can be tangible
with a cannibal 

what we said out loud
about things are always proud
to God have head bowed

heard that a bunch of
Indians who are half assed
were called semi holes

have called home a lodge
ran over in my garage
now need a massage

say it enough times
everyone will believe it
so say it again

Tangible Miracles

tassels
     of maple
                  flower
in
mentle green

shower of
                 pearl
a rosier hue
           
crackling trees
   in wild winds

a
  woman's blush

Confession

Confession
by Michael R. Burch

What shall I say to you, to confess,
words? Words that can never express
anything close to what I feel?

For words that seem tangible, real,
when I think them
become vaguely surreal when I put ink to them.

And words that I thought that I knew,
like "love" and "devotion"
never ring true.

While "passion"
sounds strangely like the latest fashion
or a perfume.

NOTE: At the time I wrote this poem, a perfume called Passion was in fashion. Keywords/Tags: confession, confess, confessional, confidence, words, talking, excuses, tangible, real, surreal, feelings, love, devotion, passion, perfume, fashion, false advertising, hype

A Fun Poem

As we look forward 
to a (Revolution)
in living and loving 
the retired life.
I was hoping my wife,
who is teaching me 
how to speak toddler.
Would lead me to a 
(Spontaneous) (Fixation),
to (Patronize) 
our two year old granddaughter, 
and (Navigate) the (Portal) of some 
(Tangible)(Intrigue).
And provide the older grand kids
with some exciting games 
and entertainment.

Tangible 1

We patronize those ships
that traverse these oceans,
for they sustain a set schedule
and not as spontaneous as others. 
Their fixation of the seas proves their 
genuineness and the portal to our harbor, 
is easy to navigate. That revelation fixed the
mood for intrigue amongst the crew of the ship
while they go portside tangible to their sister ship.
Our patronage is then recognized as each lay anchor.


2020 January 17

A Tangible Advice

Never mind...
      what people you don't know
  from Adam, or from a can of paint
                   think of you.
            Negative or positive.
                Here are three...
    important questions to ponder.
    What do you think of yourself?
             Are you truly happy?
       Is life fair and grand to you?
   If you answer yes to the last two
             then my dear friend...
              you needn't worry
            your pretty little head
                     needlessly.


Date:07/27/2019

The Silence Is Tangible

The cold air grips at my lips for survival
As the night slowly pours over the land
Sleepy stars playing peek-a-boo with forlorn clouds
The broken moon tilts and wanes
and shadow puppets contort 
and dance in delight
Sounds stretch and yawn 
and fold the air around me
The silence is tangible
The death of night
wraps me in its weathered cloak
hidden from the nightmare day
Icicle skin and unforced tears
Wind blows with history filled dust
of gone and yet begun
but nighttime feels as home
until sunlight kills the rest
and another moment born

Yearning For Something Tangible

I want someone to trace the angles of my body without judging 
Touch very scar like I’m precious 
Deal with my temper without budging
I want someone to look into my eyes and see my soul 
I want them to look at my wounds and still adore me
I want them to know that I’m someone worth loving 
I want them to lust my body and love my mind
Love me without boundaries 
Love me without thinking 
Love me tenderly 
Caress my heart with sweet words
Love me although I’m far from pure
Hold me dear to their heart
Just hold me to convince me you’ll never leave

A Tangible Love

A tangible love I love to love
I've touched love one billion times
I've held hands in every rhyme
The rhythm of my heart betrays me
With every palpitating poetic line

Is it a sign? 
Of true love a love divine
 the will of the love
Struck heart be done.
I touched her face I've claimed

A delicate space in her heart between
The velvet lace and poetic paradise
Love is there
If the rhythm of the heart does
Not flow on, this love be gone

The heart moans a TWILIGHT song

Tangible God

In India some gods come in cast systems
Deity solids molded
Gold plated with a hint of soul
Orange blossoms grow in China
They touch and feel of divinity
Italians keep images of Him on the mantle
Crucifixes around the neck when they go out
Enchanted Indonesians go bump in the dark
They know when they hit into something old
Embrace the cosmos
Made of flesh made in His own image
In space meteors bounce off of Him
They tickle

Tangible Dreams

You caused me to dream
again.
Dreams are no longer a
thing of the past.
They are tangible and ready
for me to grab,
You make me feel like super-
girl.
And there's no dream too big or
small.
As long as I believe I can achieve,
and that I must not be afraid
to fail.
Because failures lead to victories
as long I get back up and try again.
You said by doing this my dreams
become clearer and clearer,
Next, the dreams will be my reality.
Thank you for believing in me.
I believe in you right back.

Dedicated to anyone who has encouraged
to me follow my dreams.

2-25-16

Tangible Thought

The typical intro,
A moment of reflection,
Philosophical conversation with my glass veil is ago,
I swear she's the perfect audience lacking in cognition but excellent in reception,
Shameless in anonymity and thoroughly content being one-dimensional,
An afterthought emerged from reverberating echoes,
Rationalizing a fantasy through demented reality and an appeal to logos,
External concern expressed through intellectual opinion against a majesty outside the realm of scientific convention,
A slight ringing in my ear,
The hazing of the eyes,
My hand presses against the screen and a genie appears,
her technicolor smoke-screen muffles sound and blankets sight,
Far beyond my mortal boundaries I reach, 
Into the land of impossibilities ignorantly called "make believe",
Calling upon my polygonal masters from this pulpit I beseech,
That your realm of tangible thought be opened to me,
Allow me to apply my humble craft in hopes of conveying your magnificence to the world,
So that they too will experience your wonder,
Before they grow too old.

Tangible

What things does one possess
at journey's end?
What bits and bobs? What trivial tripe?
Please, do tell, what is the hype?
For should I recall anything at all
of trinkets obtained in memory's shawl,
it would be the warmth of a companion's smile;
his hand in mine, while on this earth for a while.
The tickle of a tide brushing against tiny toes,
while the whisper in the wind, tells me all she knows.
Should I gaze at gems, pearls, rubies, emeralds--
Forsake the wisdom of the solid for the beauty of the temporal?
Should I throw caution to the wind, like seeds for the birds,
or stick to what I know - the solemnity of the written word.
Of trinkets obtained in memory's shawl,
be there anything at all worthy of my recall?
Happiness, Peace, Love and Joy -
these remained to be my one and only lot.
These intangible things more valuable by far
than gold and silver ingots.
At journey's end I stopped to ponder,
in the cloudless starlit night,
about the heavens and her wonder;
I was struck by sudden insight:
the lightness of the moon
suspended in air,
and the weight of a mere thought
that put it there.

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