Thoughts Poems
Overflowing
by Kailey Norris
My words flow from an overflowing sink,
My direction of thought an unknown path,
My mind a twisting tree root,
My ideas a snapping branch in the wind.
I walk with unknown eyes,
I listen through foreign ears,
I write with spinning thoughts,
I see only through touch.
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A thought
by Mitch McGlothlinThe sweetest of songs must always come to an end, as my cigarette burns to ash and the sun comes to remind me sleep is an inescapable enemy. Wake up and live, as the death of my dream is the death of me. Reality is malleable, only out of my eyes.
Continue readingThe 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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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.
As we search
by Carl Sinderby
All i am in this moment is bare
a complete vision of myself
nothing to hide, something to share
the simplicity of being real
gracefulness in showing your true self
your beauty is within the love you show.
Sharing emotions without boundaries
listening to your self belief
finding freedom in your forgiveness
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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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