#sense poems on Hello Poetry

Paul D Apr 2015

Senses

You drive each sense wild.
Touching you
Seeing you
Hearing you
Smelling you
Tasting you...

Each sending vibrations through my soul,
as if yours is reaching for mine.
Holding on
Loving

#love #soul #sense

Lilith Severbelle Apr 2015

Troubled Kinesthesia

I see it:
In your cautious movements,
From the stillness in your stare,
On your skin.

I hear it:
In stifled hisses of pain,
From metal tinkling in your bag,
On the playlist of songs that scream-
YOU ARE BROKEN

I smell it:
In your sleeve- desperate bleaching,
From your bag- antiseptic,
On your skin- salt and iron.

I taste it:
In your food- why won't you eat?
From your drink- tepid and untouched.
On your lips- cold...
Salt and iron again.

I feel it:
In your summer-sweat long sleeves,
From your stinging tears on my chest,
On your skin-
Sunken lines raised and rising.

I know it:
In our skin,
From from our past,
On flesh that will never let us forget,
But will always remind us to forgive.

#hear #am #selfharm #know #sense #feel #see #si #smell #taste

Neex Apr 2015

Beyond the perception of LIFE

The times we check under our beds for monsters,
We don't realize that they're inside us,
They eat us from within,
While the world eats us externally,
It's all part of a dark melody.

Our monsters aren't all so vicious,
But it's a competition,
Because the world is undoubtedly ferocious,
They battle for eternities,
Until either is victorious,
And all that is left of us,
Are idle piles dust,
Oh it's all so delirious.

If humans could only understand this,
Earth could be an ideal,
No more cravings for cosmic space,
Life,
Possibly surreal.

I'm delirious...

#truth #life #space #perception #spiritual #sense #understanding #monsters #beyond #cosmic

Walter W Hoelbling Mar 2015

names

naming the world
is our daily task
temporary and forever new
challenging and ambiguous

   like the name of the rose

only few names last
most are forgotten
the young ones usually
do not understand

   a rose is a rose is a rose

names can move masses
   Oedipus Napoleon ****** Ghandi
   Jesus Stalin Mohammed Rockefeller
or just a few
  or one or two

names are what
remains of us
   aids to some fleeting thoughts
   in the dear memories of friends
imprinted on official pages
   and electronic discs
strange signs for future generations

to name
   against the flow of time
   what we see hear feel taste smell  and do
   our dreams and visions and desires
   the thoughts we have and those
   we do not dare to think
   and to name those we love and hate
fills our lives

  the rose is

             * *

"a rose is a rose is a rose" is a famous one-line poem by the U.S. avantgarde author Gertrude Stein in the 1920s.

#being #sense #ephemeral #naming

realrampage Mar 2015

Sense

wind in the branches
I close my eyes
the raven's cry

i think it's a kind of haiku

#haiku #nature #sense

Afra Al Zaabi Mar 2015

Gloomy thoughts

I can see her smile
But no longer feel it

I can feel her touch
But no longer sense it

I can hear her whispers
But no longer heed her voice

I can feel her cold skin
But no longer feel her warm skin

I can feel her heart
But no longer sense her soul

I can hear her heartbeats
But no longer read her pulses

I can taste the bitterness
But no longer sip the sweetness

I can believe that she’s gone
But no longer conceive that she’s dead

I can no longer see the light
Because it got dimmed the day she died

#gloomy #smile #skin #voice #cold #touch #whispers #sense #feel #heed

statictitanic Feb 2015

Girl Gone, God Gone

She was always strange and confused
in a state of ambivalence
where is God and where is my mind?
why can't I see what's in front of me? Why am I following my own destiny, yet also following the streets people paved for me?
She didn't want to wait anymore for reckless answers that didn't make any sense to her at all.
So
She walked in front of a train to see the end of her tunnel

#god #sense #reckless #train #answers #tunnel #questioning #streets #ambivalence #min

Rhianecdote Feb 2015

SenSay

I wonder how far
you can change your personality
and all those susceptibilities.
Those patterns you follow
as you weave your fate.
But is it your own?
Can you trust in those
sense and sense abilities?
Cause personally
I don't know
if this personality
is something you *own.

#self #wonder #question #choice #sense #fate #personality #identity #determinism