Thoughts Poems
The Weight Of A Thousand Suns
by Kevin Junior Ojang Ojong
Laying awake in the early hours of the morning and I can’t help but wonder of things I know to be true and right and good. Or do I really know? Cogito, ergo sum _ I think, therefore I am, or so it goes.
For when my thoughts wake in the place where dreams and sleep collide, my questions are eternal and the void never-ending. Yes, I would give my right eye like the All-father to drink from wisdom’s well.
I think about time and chaos and existence and I have more questions and no answers.
For did time exist before the word itself or was it born from chaos as it is said all things were.
Every star we see in the night sky is centuries old, it’s light just a ghost of a flame that burnt hundreds of years ago.
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A Drunks Sober Mind
by Johnathon B
People are noisy.
Sitting in the dark I can hear the highway from miles away.
The trucks screaming over the metal bridge that's there for the construction.
The cars on their ways to work.
Honking horns sometimes bullet the air.
I wonder if people ever realize how noisy they are?
I bet there's a guy in Brooklyn that's never truly heard quiet in his life.
Maybe that's why people make movies about nature and what it's like to be outside on adventures.
Or just truly outside, in nature.
Sometimes I think I've never truly heard quiet.
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Thoughts
by Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius
Snowing strong, it's cold
Season's changing...
Sitting, sipping wine
I imagine...
...High mountains tops
Growing bigger...
Rushing down slops
Makes believe that....
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Flesh and Gold
by Willem BurgerOpen like the flesh of my skin the cold comes from within my four walls of my heart ,it gets cold when it’s hard they learned from the start it’s not easy being so very,very far apart..my teeth aching from all the embracing as my bones keep shaking no…breaking; don’t you see nore believe the words and truths that I’m praying this isn’t me faking no this is me celebrating the fact that I’m not hating any shy or small I know my feelings are numb sometimes not even there at all but my four walls will embrace you welcome you home and encase you an all inclusive ride on the feelings I’m feeling right now right here by your side. I’m free from the cold I no longer need to fold I can stand proud and bold with my flesh exposed knowing my life is taking a course to destination we’re I don’t here rumors of old but live in times of gold.
Continue readingHope For Another Day
by Rafiq Pasha
Beneath the shadows of death and fear,
we breathe, with hopes for another day.
Fearful might be the thought of death,
but reminds me, to keep all perils at bay.
Every beginning has an end, also the pandemics
Every being on this earth, someday has to perish.
Strange fear in the air, thoughts in mind,
my confidence, at times it will blemish.
The Weight Of A Thousand Suns
by Kevin Junior Ojang Ojong
Laying awake in the early hours of the morning and I can’t help but wonder of things I know to be true and right and good. Or do I really know? Cogito, ergo sum _ I think, therefore I am, or so it goes.
For when my thoughts wake in the place where dreams and sleep collide, my questions are eternal and the void never-ending. Yes, I would give my right eye like the All-father to drink from wisdom’s well.
I think about time and chaos and existence and I have more questions and no answers.
For did time exist before the word itself or was it born from chaos as it is said all things were.
Every star we see in the night sky is centuries old, it’s light just a ghost of a flame that burnt hundreds of years ago.
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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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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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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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