"echolocating" poems - Hello Poetry

Chiroptera They are born with hand like Wings of membrane clad digits they spread to fly Aviated, navigated For nocturnal hunts In perfect darkness Where others feign They cry a pulse Echolocating Mates or competition Images of prey And images of space The night returns their sound They are quick Delicate wings Stretch to out maneuver Enemy or prey But membrane tissue tears easily Sensitive skin with receptors Like fingertips Small tears regrow... regenerate

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Mar 4, 2013

Mar 4, 2013 at 4:19 AM UTC

patricia-drake

Chiroptera

Chiroptera They are born with hand like Wings of membrane clad digits they spread to fly Aviated, navigated For nocturnal hunts In perfect darkness Where others feign They cry a pulse Echolocating Mates or competition Images of prey And images of space The night returns their sound They are quick Delicate wings Stretch to out maneuver Enemy or prey But membrane tissue tears easily Sensitive skin with receptors Like fingertips Small tears regrow... regenerate

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they way the brain works if one of us can do it, we all can. that means we all can echolocate. have you seen the story? young man born blind learns to see using echolocation learn to see. that's why perception is so valid. why experience is so scared. why our messages are necessary. we can learn to see, what we choose and the truth. the truth of origin has to lay within me and you. we are parts of the whole - shattered glass pieces will never become plastic. that's how I see It. To be a simple observation… we are only observationally connected here. within the atmosphere of our beings we speak the tongue of essence. as I peered through the crystal clear lens I recognized the tiny protective hairs and the curve of the lid. I was amazed that this perspective was new. I wondered when I would see it again. and I wonder and I wander. because that's what the brain does when its not echolocating, or meditating. illusionary cultural beliefs accepted and embraced as personal truths have desensitized our senses. commonly, the senses are rounded into five. though echolocation would obviously be six, vibration communication seven, the list goes on… eyesight is indescribable. Thanks! be given to the power to see. so many have "bad" eyes. recent technologies like Lasik are changing that though. who needs echolocation anyways?

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Nov 7, 2014

Nov 7, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC

Seherseven

echo location

they way the brain works if one of us can do it, we all can. that means we all can echolocate. have you seen the story? young man born blind learns to see using echolocation learn to see. that's why perception is so valid. why experience is so scared. why our messages are necessary. we can learn to see, what we choose and the truth. the truth of origin has to lay within me and you. we are parts of the whole - shattered glass pieces will never become plastic. that's how I see It. To be a simple observation… we are only observationally connected here. within the atmosphere of our beings we speak the tongue of essence. as I peered through the crystal clear lens I recognized the tiny protective hairs and the curve of the lid. I was amazed that this perspective was new. I wondered when I would see it again. and I wonder and I wander. because that's what the brain does when its not echolocating, or meditating. illusionary cultural beliefs accepted and embraced as personal truths have desensitized our senses. commonly, the senses are rounded into five. though echolocation would obviously be six, vibration communication seven, the list goes on… eyesight is indescribable. Thanks! be given to the power to see. so many have "bad" eyes. recent technologies like Lasik are changing that though. who needs echolocation anyways?

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The sky is Velvet. How velvet blue it flows and sings to me the darkness and screaming of the night. It's softens and dampens The Echoes echolocating and where I am in this world. On the other side of the sun I hide in his shadow God his shadow still finds me though. I'm not hiding in his shade, I am bathing in it. These days have become too much to bear, and **** is his shadow nice, his velvet blue shadow. But there's more to this than that, How high the sky, how soft the air, how hard the ground is on my bare feet as I bruise and bash them against the ground in my constant wandering. This Velvet Sky, a soft Silk Tie, Around my neck it holds me tonight, Tightening this white shirt to my chest, This Shadow holds me.

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Jun 23, 2017

Jun 23, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC

jackledead

Celebrated Velvet

The sky is Velvet. How velvet blue it flows and sings to me the darkness and screaming of the night. It's softens and dampens The Echoes echolocating and where I am in this world. On the other side of the sun I hide in his shadow God his shadow still finds me though. I'm not hiding in his shade, I am bathing in it. These days have become too much to bear, and **** is his shadow nice, his velvet blue shadow. But there's more to this than that, How high the sky, how soft the air, how hard the ground is on my bare feet as I bruise and bash them against the ground in my constant wandering. This Velvet Sky, a soft Silk Tie, Around my neck it holds me tonight, Tightening this white shirt to my chest, This Shadow holds me.

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I walk through this world blindfolded Echolocating my way with just your heartbeat Each pulse guiding me through blurry lines Making the world around me clear as crystal I trust alone in the visibility each beat gives me And though your heartbeat fades so soft I follow the breadcrumbs you leave me Ultrasound and hardly there at all, perhaps a dream I'll still find you in this endless pitch black sky I'm like a vampire, or perhaps more like a fruit bat What I crave is something sweeter than blood Only you would do, my favorite chalice My thirst consumes me, such hunger becomes me With no true beginning and no true end I glide across the starlight, seeking you out With my echoes in the dark The sound of your heart, brighter than any flame Lighting my way, and like a moth I follow On gilded wings to you I soar But all fires burn out No matter how eternal their light seems And all moths return to dust No matter how immortal their dreams I'll trust only In my echoes in the dark Poem by: Layla Smith (Pyrrha_the_poet)

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Aug 15, 2023

Aug 15, 2023 at 3:52 AM UTC

Pyrrha

Echoes in the Dark

I walk through this world blindfolded Echolocating my way with just your heartbeat Each pulse guiding me through blurry lines Making the world around me clear as crystal I trust alone in the visibility each beat gives me And though your heartbeat fades so soft I follow the breadcrumbs you leave me Ultrasound and hardly there at all, perhaps a dream I'll still find you in this endless pitch black sky I'm like a vampire, or perhaps more like a fruit bat What I crave is something sweeter than blood Only you would do, my favorite chalice My thirst consumes me, such hunger becomes me With no true beginning and no true end I glide across the starlight, seeking you out With my echoes in the dark The sound of your heart, brighter than any flame Lighting my way, and like a moth I follow On gilded wings to you I soar But all fires burn out No matter how eternal their light seems And all moths return to dust No matter how immortal their dreams I'll trust only In my echoes in the dark Poem by: Layla Smith (Pyrrha_the_poet)

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Echolocating - please find my love Under the shrubs Or stored under the cupboard Deep in the cool cellar Buried under the earth Blue bleeding hearts Clinking in black beakers My love is significant Perhaps even infinite Beating in the heart Of my beautiful infant But among the rosebuds The bushes unkempt Thorns ***** my soft edges And empty my glass cup Frail exposure - an unsettling scent - Sweetness are the red roses Blooming just to be clipped

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Nov 10, 2019

Nov 10, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC

raqphillips

Among The Rosebuds

Echolocating - please find my love Under the shrubs Or stored under the cupboard Deep in the cool cellar Buried under the earth Blue bleeding hearts Clinking in black beakers My love is significant Perhaps even infinite Beating in the heart Of my beautiful infant But among the rosebuds The bushes unkempt Thorns ***** my soft edges And empty my glass cup Frail exposure - an unsettling scent - Sweetness are the red roses Blooming just to be clipped

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