What are poetic images? The visual created by and for an audience through use of language and literary devices?
To me, this is poetry, in its utmost barest form

'And you sat sombrely-
Yet now...take a look out the window:'

Alexander Pushkin

"Like an animal, it'll cry,
Like a child, it will sob"

'The moon, like a pallid stain,
through the gloomy clouds, it gave a sallow hue,'

"Let's drink from grief: where's the mug?
It'll be more fun for the heart"

Can colour and space be poetic imagery?

Can feeling and spoken language be poetic imagery?

Поэзия or Poetry

Alexander Pushkin

Robert Hayden

"their moaning is a prayer for death,
ours and their own. Some try to starve
themselves."

"8 bells. I cannot sleep, for I am sick
with fear, but writing eases fear a little
since still my eyes can see these words take shape
upon the page & so I write, as one
would turn to exorcism."

"And now I stir,
the right and wrong

From what I try to
discern and pick apart.

As my fears weigh on
the small scale
before me-

I can finally lay
without pinching myself
apart"

Dylan Thomas

"We wish for what we can not have-

As simply hoping
for our efforts,
does not satisfy the greed,

We need in order to feel better about ourselves.

As you wallow in your own self pity,

Why do you drag me down with you-

As if you know,
that I too
can only wish for better days"

The poem recites his wishes upon his dying father - "Do not go gentle into that good night"

"And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray."

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A feeling and urge evoked in an individual. Nostalgia, curiosity, sorrow.