Thoughts Poems
A High-jacked Mind
by Montaigne Foxcroft
Learning
Yearning
Tossing and Turning
What is the point of anything if this world will end up burning?
We turn serious matters into a joke
To some folk the air they breath
Is the thing on which they choke
The book of life, so to speak, specifies not to be "unequally yoked"
Does not this same book read that love bears all things?
Where is the line, who's to say that we actually understand the construct of time
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With you in my thoughts
by Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius
Went to sleep
with you in my heart
with you in my head
Will wake up
with you in my thoughts
lying on my bed
Simple things
happening to us
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Our New Gods
by Sagar Mistry
We hold new gods in our pockets safe and sound,
Forgetting what the world is, no looking around;
A god buzzing our lives with all sorts of sounds,
Keeping us busy, as the Earth makes rounds;
We know not what the person beside us feels like,
But we surely know, how much the market hiked;
Forgetting to communicate with the ones in front of our eyes,
Staring so hard to get a connection in the skies;
We see the world now from someone else’s view,
Never caring to notice, what around us is new;
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Thoughts
by Josias Homely
(A Fragment.)
—There is a nameless dread, or rather doubt,
Perhaps a mingling of them both, which falls
Like passing cloud upon the lonely heart,
Which hails the stranger—wheresoe'er he dwells.
The land may be his own dear isle,
The stranger of his kindred and his tongue ;
And Holman journeying in the wilderness,
In helpless darkness, to the Arab tents.
Feels not alone this dark depressing gloom.
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My Addiction & I (Sonnet #001)
by Darryl_M Unspecified
Costing me my life, costing me my freedom.
Working through this strife, whenever there’s boredom.
Always aimed for better but now I have shame.
What’s done in secret is poison in discreet.
My heart’s pounding through the race
but now all’s in disgrace.
Gruesome ghosts haunting in a trance,
not sure if I need another chance,
coz all luck’s worth, is just a farce.
Take me out of my misery, coz all that’s done is just a memory.
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Why?
by M. Unknown
Why do we love?
Is it because of the loneliness?
Is it because of the warmth?
Or are we just selfish?
Why do I crave your attention?
Is it because I love you?
Is it because you’re really that good?
Or am I just selfish?
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The righteous side
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I sit alone,
and meditate.
I think of kin,
I dare to hate.
I think of things,
that I have done.
I think of people,
we live among.
I think of deeds,
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dfvsdg
by Adriano Radadadadadad
Continue readingSights to Behold
by Jessica Leininger
My muses come to me
With the faces of lovers.
Personified voices of inspiration,
Coming from the places I once knew.
But there's one that feels void,
Like it's from nothing, nowhere.
How strange it is to have a voice
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Lunchtime Diner
by Icerus S
Day after day,
They take their seat at the counter,
Day after day,
Their life slowly begins to fade,
Lunch after lunch,
Fewer and fewer coming to take their seats at the counter,
What does this time mean without their sound.
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Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius (2 poems about Thoughts)
October 31st, 1970 - Kyiv, Ukraine and since 1992 - New Jersey, USA -
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