Thing In Itself Poems - Poems about Thing In Itself

...#BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, OH WHAT WE STORE! SILENTLY ABHOR! TO OUR DETRIMENT, {CHANGE}THAT SHOULDN'T BE IGNORED. DOING NOTHING OR LESS, WHERE PERTINENT, INSTEAD OF MORE! TURNOUT/BURNOUT...AN UNEVEN SCOR......Read the rest...

...What I wish to speak, every endeavor would dilute the essence like Plato’s forms. Can a shadow imitate heat? Lost in translation, best to keep simple, lucid as a hand stroking cheek. ......Read the rest...

...ascribed as real or not the chain becomes a mirror slow motion rain slides down the glass I've lost my place crossed out miles of tangled verse "thing in itself" unknown pure irrelevant trapped before and after the narrow now no descent into description can shape your perfect skies ......Read the rest...

...don't even think about it a bucket of motel ice in the face proving the thing in itself does not exist because he registered all the meanings all the time with a nausea so profound the retching......Read the rest...

...todays breeze brought ravens sailing overhead soaring dimensions enjoying themselves in a manner that spoke volumes as to their being the most intelligent of birds with respect self criti......Read the rest...

...What is it? A sow? A steer? A cow? A calf? Barn was dark; dribble of light from hole in ceiling. Thing hid itself in back corner, we sensed its shadow. I felt evil in this place. Began to slow my ......Read the rest...

...Oh! - Answered he, who is the sculptor of the forest's soul, - I've lived in the songs and myths, in the hair Of maidens who romanced me, and in my own nightmare. There is an ellipsis right betwe......Read the rest...

... “50 Words for Poe: dactyl” When Terror Fell came he had no complaints the joint was jumping it was do or dare he offered Her his old pear ......Read the rest...

...Villanelle : Don't tell me you wouldn't your back-aching life now forsake Don't tell me you wouldn't your back-aching life now forsake Not knowing the interminable pleasures of the dark Unknow......Read the rest...

...What would I harvest as the moon rises to conclude this day? Will I hunt for the life still burning in the eyes of each person, each living creation, I meet, each work and play in progress pro......Read the rest...

...If you listen when it's still all around You will hear the very sound of silence It's the basic sound that is the background That allows other sounds their existence Silence gives music its rea......Read the rest...

...Die in the Yellow Night Like tired shades, I walked While the sun stumble in its footsteps! I know that the long-distance will shrink When the horizon absorbs it all! I was alone, and th......Read the rest...

...one of the best banjo players that ever lived we have to thank God for all that he'd give a gift from God his life he lived a heritage from his life we live a happy heritage from the world that we li......Read the rest...

...Something foul is in the air, The stench is so bad, that nothing else can compare. The thing calls itself a poet, but that is only his personal assessment, He has to comment on his own poetry, oh......Read the rest...

...Beyond the threshold separating Our inner from our outer lives There stands that place we carry with us In the inner sanctum of our hearts. This is the place where everyone is master Where all......Read the rest...