Imperceptive poems on Hello Poetry

b Jan 2014

Addicted

Addict.
Fly free unwanted conqueror-

I detest you
And your haunting illusion.

Midnight visage-
Encapsulated in wanton peaks
Of redemption.
You who scorched my fields
And ignited my fears,
Laying waste in a furious
Dervish of extrapolated ecstasy.

It might have been over
But in what I was sure
Was my final moment
Your grip became slack,
my conscious lying sputtering
in the destitute mud
That comprises bewilderment ,

And you showed me mercy-
Such bravery in the face of havoc.
And now you gladly accept me,
Embrace me in cold arms,
Wantonly smiling at the distance-
almost, almost imperceptive

But my knowledge trumps mere sense,
With the certainty of a madman.

princess joel May 2015

imperceptive

Does the blind know when
he nears death?
The blackness consuming
his reigning visions,
As he treads the edge of
existence and oblivion
What is truth and what
are delusions?

Adrian Sep 2018

.madame,

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.madame's stifled feverish
tittering,
voice raucous as tamped in a
corselet,
translucent skin akin to pellucid
drapery,
overwrought hands entwined in champagne
hair,
madame's eccentricity is her
lunacy.
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.the mellifluous static of the ebony
radio,
            dulcet hallucinations imbricate in her
Crumpet,
ephemeral visionary of the
erstwhile,
Madame’s a suitable fandangle tenant of the
bedlam.
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.madame scrutinized the greenwood through the
crevice,
appetency for the veil of sea
smoke,
   imperceptive to her
frenzy.
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  .ensnared in an austere
plight,
madame’s urbane actuality,
disenfranchised.
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.the exuberant dimension of reciting
hysteria.
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#mtf #mentalissues #mentalhospital

Galbraith Frase Nov 2017

"Peace Of Mind"

Peace of mind,
Let it grind,
Huffing through my sentiments,
No words left behind

You said you're fathomless,
A riddle and meaningful,
High objections, genuine rejections
How come you make me stutter like a fool?

I want my poems to bit,
Vigorous and keen to have teeth,
So the venom in each letter shall sink in---
To your skin, may heap

You said you're logic
Then where's your common sense?
Clearly, you're imperceptive,
Because I know how you're tensed

Attempting to toss me a bullet of pressure,
Locating the verge of anxiety
You're none of the amenable people,
Who would understand and know its variety

Sugarcoated scars and deep comprehension
Thin head's blurry, that's why you have complications
No offense though---

Keep your mouth on line, you half presented amateur
Go ahead and be conceited like an apathetic's chimes
But honestly, at all, you don't even have a
Peace of mind

Glorious, glorious, glorious, glorious to finally post this. A little voice of rancor could do the thing *flips hair clumsily*.

#peaceofmind #keenheaded

Max Rutherford Dec 2010

Addict

Fly free unwanted conqueror
I detest you
And your haunting illusion
Midnight visage
Encapsulated in wanton peaks
of redemption
You who scorched my fields
and ignited my fears
Laying waste in a furious
dervish of extrapolated ecstasy

It might have been over
But in what I was sure
was my final moment
Your grip became slack,
my conscious lying spluttering
in the destitute mud
that comprises bewilderment ,
and you showed me mercy
Such bravery in the face of chaos!
And now you gladly accept me
Embrace me in cold arms
Wantonly smiling at the distance
almost, almost imperceptive
But my knowledge trumps mere sense
With the certainty of a madman

arubybluebird Jul 2013

one more time with feeling .

Silver reverberating heart
You've out-grown me
Tonight
You out-run me
But I
Chase you still
I chase you still

Past the corridor of the city's dark slumber
Past the pleasures of the fixated ******

Your magnetism deteriorates my final inning

I'll go
s l o w

I'll go
sdrawkcab

Imperceptive to
Your stance
I'll slip to you
As the sun
To the horizon

Silver wretched,
Alongside the start of an early-morning
Your meek murmurs are
Visible,
Tangible,
Like sunlight from the window passing through a glass picture frame
That creates a spectrum across the steam rising above my coffee
Placed atop the kitchen table

Silvering wretched,
With your faint-cloudy-murmurs I agree,

The sea is the best place
To be
Wondrously
Free

I track you down,
Ever so desolately

Pale skin, blue bones
Renounced
Upon
Breeze
Reeling
Tides

Humble,
Dismissive,
Tranquil

My regard is not toward the thoughts you think
I intend not to dismay your delicate appeal

Silvering opulent,
Be lenient
Even if just for the sake of yourself

Tell me so
I want to know

Tell
me
how
you
feel

Reverberating silver heart,
Come, converse with me,

Give me your gossip
Tell me your stories

I
need
to
know
how
you
felt

Searching Dec 2010

Imperceptible Beauty

A flourish of color springs forth amid a pigeon gray background.
You hold my gaze, and, for a while, I'm frozen still. Captivated,
Perceiving only what I want to see, imperceptive to the cracks and scars,
-Any details at all that make you less perfect, less magnificent to behold.
So surely I cling to this fantastical vision, so hopelessly clear...
Just before the ink droplets' dark diffusion, the realization of a flaw.
Jolting me into a stark awareness of it's presence -however minute-
And my distaste at it's presentation. A fresh delight spoils
As this detail permanently disfigures the beauty that stood before.
And like a flutter of wings, all interest dissipates - the fantasy forever gone
From the vision of the entity I chose not to wholly look upon.

Muted Aug 2014

tired eyes.

Each and every
nook and crevice

will be adorned
with perched lips

And, within moments,
those lips will bless my ears

with the bittersweet
sound of promise

And those tired eyes
will captivate my soul

However,
someday, those crevices
will remain untouched

These ears,
imperceptive

Someday,
those tired eyes

will cease to love me

anastasia Feb 2014

letters

Do you not see? Are you that imperceptive? Or do you just play dumb?
I am stuck on you.
Not by choice,
but I am completely, and irrevocably in love with you.
I count the seconds until I get to see your lovely face,
I think of a million things to say,
but I never do.
Always I end up here,
time and time again I end up here,
writing these stupid letters that you will never read.

l.s

andrew juma Aug 2016

Mirror by my bedside

Mirror by my bedside
Why are you in cahoots with the inner man?
Expose him
Give me a three dimension reflection

What you hide
When you feed my fantasy?
What sentiments you keep burried
Among a thousand reflections?

Plastic reflections you give me
Sunrise and sunsets
Thriving in impressions
You suffocate the real me,vainly

Can you see past my face?lets face it,
In darkness will you see a light in this heart?
In light will you reveal hiding gloom?

Lift off your make-up tonight, dont fake it
Show me where
Visions thin into illusions
Strip it all down, give me the explicit

An imperceptive liar you've become
You frustrated some
They smashed their fist into you, lied to you
Everything that you hide someday explodes

Show me you so I show you me
Be true
And I will be real
Don't care how long it lasts

#love #reflections #real #heartslieshurt

Bob B Dec 2016

Unscrupulousness

If you practice unscrupulousness,
You will have it made--
As long as you can persevere
In keeping up the charade.

It's very helpful for cutting deals
To give yourself protection;
You'll also find that it comes in handy
For winning an election.

In order to throw the public off guard,
Employ tactics accusing
Others of opting for similar methods
That you yourself are using.

Some call it unscrupulousness;
Some say unscrupulosity.
Whatever the case, the practice requires
A sinister virtuosity.

Many politicians have
Embraced the concept with fervor
And have bamboozled many a slow,
Imperceptive observer.

Who needs to be honorable
When striving to succeed?
The end justifies the means
To those driven by greed

Or an unquenchable thirst for power.
All they have to do
Is bow to the god of unscrupulousness
And watch their wishes come true.

- by Bob B (12-16-16)

Jules Oct 2019

love is blind

I never believed that love was blind
until my heart shattered into a million tiny pieces
with nothing left but a cold, cold chest
It wasn't until then I realized all the signs I missed
All the red flags that life was showing me
Screaming at me
But I just blindly turned the other direction
like some imperceptive fool
Now I'm lying here
on the numbing bathroom floor
with an empty bottle of merlot
feeling like an idiot

Blind love heart shattered cold redflags direction numb merlot

Jo Sumpter Aug 2018

Untitled

She may have been quiet, but she was certainly not blind.
She was not imperceptive or slow or uncomprehending of what you were doing to her.
Maybe she was ignoring it, sure,
But deep down she really knew.

She had felt it for months upon months..
Upon months upon months.
She did not want to hurt you.
But why? When you were hurting her?

Then she found the light.
She received the sign she had been craving
For months upon months..
Upon months upon months.

Suddenly.. She was free.

ummm idk

— The End —