"apophenia" poems - Hello Poetry

If love was something edible What kind of taste would have? Would it taste sweet, or sour? Bitter, or salty? Would it be an ingredient, or the main dish Would it be healthy, or unhealthy? How much would it cost? If love was something audible What kind of sound would it have? Would it sound loud, or soft? nasal, or boxy? Would it be a song, or an album? A speech, or a dialogue? Where would be the most likely place to hear it? If love was something tangible What kind of mass would it be? Would it feel wet, or dry? Airy, or moist? Would it be heavy, or light? Painful, or pleasurable? How useful would it be? If love was something visible What color, or shape would it have? Would it look like a rose, or a war ship? A diamond, or a ********** Would it resemble the day, or the night? A bunch of stars, or a few roaches? If it was a person would you trust it? If love had a smell It would probably smell fishy.

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Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC

JustinG

Apophenia

If love was something edible What kind of taste would have? Would it taste sweet, or sour? Bitter, or salty? Would it be an ingredient, or the main dish Would it be healthy, or unhealthy? How much would it cost? If love was something audible What kind of sound would it have? Would it sound loud, or soft? nasal, or boxy? Would it be a song, or an album? A speech, or a dialogue? Where would be the most likely place to hear it? If love was something tangible What kind of mass would it be? Would it feel wet, or dry? Airy, or moist? Would it be heavy, or light? Painful, or pleasurable? How useful would it be? If love was something visible What color, or shape would it have? Would it look like a rose, or a war ship? A diamond, or a ********** Would it resemble the day, or the night? A bunch of stars, or a few roaches? If it was a person would you trust it? If love had a smell It would probably smell fishy.

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Shadows rise to confront the sun, stationary swirls continue to twirl. The grey of which is hardly seen, within those fragments of duality. Pearls found from darker nights, gleam direct in this moonlight. Black and white are convexed, whilst time itself is condensed. Golden opportunities appease those who can view with clarity. So step aside and think freely, to see the repeated disconnect.

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May 17, 2021

May 17, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC

PoeticTetra

Apophenia

Shadows rise to confront the sun, stationary swirls continue to twirl. The grey of which is hardly seen, within those fragments of duality. Pearls found from darker nights, gleam direct in this moonlight. Black and white are convexed, whilst time itself is condensed. Golden opportunities appease those who can view with clarity. So step aside and think freely, to see the repeated disconnect.

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we abuse our most precious tool the human psyche misuse the recognition of patterns in inane sameness epiphanies of apophenia misguided musings muddling our addled minds wasting brainpower on fantasies of deities rather than scientific discoveries and emancipatory philosophies that could liberate us from the miasma of modern life inquiry is free

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Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC

pearsonbolt

apophenia

we abuse our most precious tool the human psyche misuse the recognition of patterns in inane sameness epiphanies of apophenia misguided musings muddling our addled minds wasting brainpower on fantasies of deities rather than scientific discoveries and emancipatory philosophies that could liberate us from the miasma of modern life inquiry is free

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There's no deeper meaning or connection here, nothing at all to spark my brain into a chaotic explosion of thought. I can't even use my words to string you up to some greater power, or an invisible force that is controlling our lives, because you render me useless and simply apathetic.

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Feb 15, 2017

Feb 15, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC

scarletniamh

Apophenia

There's no deeper meaning or connection here, nothing at all to spark my brain into a chaotic explosion of thought. I can't even use my words to string you up to some greater power, or an invisible force that is controlling our lives, because you render me useless and simply apathetic.

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Apophenia some call it As did the psychiatrist But they do not themselves see it So they do not get the gist Hidden connections are real For those who seek the hidden Those who only acknowledge the obvious Find this superstitious, indeed forbidden But poetry is proof Words and worlds belong together The letters yearn for one another To form their newfound tether Our universe may well work like poetry Perhaps not everywhere But for those with eyes to see The word “like” has profound power Linking one to other These secret, hidden connections The artist does discover Dali’s paranoiac-critical method May seem to some as madness But the proof is in the paintings And the beauty breaks the sadness Every insight comes with terror Hence the paranoia I’ve told you all I can for now Any more just might destroy ya.

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Jan 7, 2019

Jan 7, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC

myqualyxians

Mystical mania, not apophenia

Apophenia some call it As did the psychiatrist But they do not themselves see it So they do not get the gist Hidden connections are real For those who seek the hidden Those who only acknowledge the obvious Find this superstitious, indeed forbidden But poetry is proof Words and worlds belong together The letters yearn for one another To form their newfound tether Our universe may well work like poetry Perhaps not everywhere But for those with eyes to see The word “like” has profound power Linking one to other These secret, hidden connections The artist does discover Dali’s paranoiac-critical method May seem to some as madness But the proof is in the paintings And the beauty breaks the sadness Every insight comes with terror Hence the paranoia I’ve told you all I can for now Any more just might destroy ya.

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