Poem #33: The Senses

#33 of poetry a poem about how the five senses (and speech) are things that are important in life, but not as important as the "sixth sense"; emotion.

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Poem #30: Sight

_Sight_ The eyes are a portal to the soul Capable of lies and of truth Clarity of mind Presented for all to see Through seeing Chemical imbalance displayed Emotions of the soul Defined by who And why as well Seen by the observer Silence...

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Poem #38: Perception

_Perception_ I don t know what I _feel_ Is what I _see_, sight? Is what I hear, Is what I _hear_ sound? The _words_ all fall apart Inside my mouth Yet I cannot _taste_ them Cannot _touch_ them And then I feel my _nose_ fracture Into pieces,...

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Synesthesia

We're all trying to make sense of it. perhaps those who can trace the topography of a smell see it more clearly than the rest of us.

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5 Senses of Blue

_I see the waves crashing against the oars, I see the great whale's awesome might,_ _I see bright skies falcons soar,_ _I see sharp smile of frostbite. _ _I hear the croak of a dart frog,_ _I hear the dry smash of fallen clay,_ _I hear the...

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---In-no-sense---

Wanted to write something relating from a civilians views during War times. Here's a bit, from a kids point of view. War... As the trucks go by filled with faces never seen before Ships arrive by the hundreds all along the sea shore Each...

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Quickie Freestyle Two: Use the Senses

i wish you could see how much you mean to me i know you can feel it but can you hear it? can you see it? how much it pains me how much i insanely try to do differently for you you'd think im a nice guy, but im not you'd...

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Sense of Self

There is a voice inside myself That no one else can hear It shouts and screams all day through Hoping to be heard. There's also someone inside myself That no one else can see They run and jump hysterically Trying to be seen. This is the...

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---Too-sense---

Reflecting on my actions, I feel no doubt Anger & frustration, I live without Happiness is timing only to me Feeling & being happy is different you see I have done so much in so little time I can say I crossed over & returned the same day Only a...

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chapter 11: The Gathering of the Veterans

Back North, Gordon and Rex had started to pack out of the secret room when Kumiho walked towards them and said, "What are you going to do now?" "We stay at our main objective. We take down the Dragonsbane. We can't possibly fight the World Eaters...

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A Diminished Sense of Christmas

. :3 merry chrimmus a diminished sense of christmas. © tsumi moogle '17 characters themselves. it wasn't hard to tell when something big was going on.

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Senses Fail Those in Hell

The heat seems to lick my eyes, jumping in My soul, boiling my mind like the meat it Has been, useless like matrimony, sin. The smell of butane fills the air, my brain, Holes driven in my skin, my dark blood drips On the floor, the beat that...

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