Thought Poems
happy ending
by anne anonymoussometimes the happy ending is the ending itself
Continue readingThe idle child
by Sanjana N J
Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
What are you going to do with ‘Today’?
by AiR - Atman in Ravi
What are you going to do with 'Today'?
Are you going to just let it slip away?
Are you going to be Sad or are you going to be Glad?
Are you going to be caught in some useless Thought?
What are you going to do with 'Today'?
What are you going to do with 'Today'?
Are you going to cry because the clouds are Grey?
Living in Fear or living in Cheer?
Will you just Think, Blink and Sink?
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We Blew A Luminous Confusion Of Thoughts
by Maxwell Bodenheim
We blew a luminous confusion of thoughts
Upon the silence of our souls,
Staining it to little, weeping tints.
Our hands pressed serpentine pain into each other
And stroked it away to twilights of relief.
Our lips shook before the tread of coming words,
But closed again, finding no need for them.
My own thoughts
by Suhaila Bawar
My own thoughts
Filling me , I founder
Pushing me backwards
They Hit me like a thunder
My own thoughts
Laid down on a pile
And I went their under
Griped me from my collar
Dragged me , I surrender
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The idle child
by Sanjana N J
Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
happy ending
by anne anonymoussometimes the happy ending is the ending itself
Continue readingPlight of the Poet
by Christopher Kolmen
Is brevity not the soul of wit
So why then dilute the words which we spit
Is it perchance some performative urge
Some selfish ambition to a little longer be heard
What cause do we have to slight our creations
If not entitlement to our meaningless station
Am I not but a jester who wears a tin crown
Yet speaks of it as gold with the hope that my mouth is not bound
My land’s orphan
by Kira Rodionova
Peaches heated by my sun
A dress so simple and so cotton
Would that child ever come
Back home
Where she is forgotten
Would the wind caress the ankles
Like it did so many times before
Would that land eventually remember
That her daughter is left outdoors?
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The Mighty Thought
by Aloo Denish Obiero
The power of thought is like a flame,
Burning bright within our brain,
It starts with a seed in the mind's eye,
And grows into a vision that can touch the sky.
Thoughts shapes our world and guides our way,
Through every moment, every day,
For what we think, we bring to life,
With every thought, we change our strife.
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