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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Children Play
by Vishal Kapoor
I was sitting under a tree on a sunny day,
while relaxing and watching some children play.
One kid stopped, joined me and I asked - "hey,
why did you stop performing in your play?"
He pointed at his family and replied - "they
saw me get injured so I'm taking rest for the day.
I'm not even feeling any pain, I just want to play.
But, they asked me to take rest so I'll just obey."
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the beginning, middle and end
by J. Burgess
I can’t stand endings. I hate them.
beginnings are undoubtedly the most exciting
morning sex as hot as the Sicilian sun
sticky skin and damp duvets
wrapped in each other, until the final moment
shall we meet tomorrow? and afterwards?
I never want to leave.
middles are confusing
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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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Interpretations
by Mourid Barghouti
A poet sits in a coffee shop, writing.
The old lady
thinks he is writing a letter to his mother,
the young woman
thinks he is writing a letter to his girlfriend,
the child
thinks he is drawing,
the businessman
thinks he is considering a deal,
the tourist
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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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