Realization Poems - Poems about Realization

...My Granddaughter wrote this a few years ago she is now 16 and since lost her mother when she was 15 at the time and 14 when she wrote this. I think we all will be glad to know that these young people......Read the rest...

..."A person experiences life as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of consciousness. Our task must be to free ourselves from this self-imposed prison, and through mindful......Read the rest...

... 1 John 4:18 (KJV) “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.” I’d been thinking I could......Read the rest...

...Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin. Within its bleak and brazen embrace, My brisk days are turned brief and barren. They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights. I slither an......Read the rest...

...I swim, and I swam, I play with words, like a poet therefore, I am. A float in the space of infinite vocabulary. Master of my imagination, enjoying the realization of my mental recreation. F......Read the rest...

...Seven hundred and ten days ago, but it seems like just yesterday because shock from that days grip is only now, starting to let go. I have been in slow motion since the words of your exit were sent. ......Read the rest...

...#moon in Scorpio... As a result, poesie naturally gravitated toward intimate situations that allowed her free reign to openly express herself. After I gave her psychoanalysis I found her ......Read the rest...

...His chapstick soft lips Distracted me From the perverse taste Of stale cigarettes He inhaled Between every other word But it didn’t Make my sagacious heart Uneasy He was winso......Read the rest...

...The distress... fatigue, combined with restlessness, tossing, and turning. Assuming I possess more energy than I truly do because what is worse, exhausting oneself or lying there, depleted? Many of u......Read the rest...

...Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper Writer of these words, a former Lower Providence inhabitant, who dwelled within darkest depths of Dante Alighieri's inferno for most of his outlandish, impis......Read the rest...

... I stood … on a mountain not nearly the highest but the air was clean … seraphic cold, but not bone-chilling keen, that it restore the marrow and course the blood more acutely it sharpened ......Read the rest...

...I walk miles for people that wouldnt take one step for me the hurt that this causes Is something you cant see Everytime they call on me I try to always be there but when I need someone they......Read the rest...

...Mental alerts send shocking images, Of an hourglass void of it's sand. I glance down at my watch in confusion, And see it's missing every hand. Realization begins to dawn on me, And I stagger ......Read the rest...

...Brick by brick, I built this home, each piece with purpose, in which it owns. It was the hardest task I ever did face, As I made sure everything was in its right place. Yet, suddenly, my house co......Read the rest...

...Deliberately recognizing the sun against the moonbeams I see your eyes gleam and your happiness screams Into my eager ears over the years and I’m tension-whelmed with the tears I shed Hanging at t......Read the rest...