I was thinking about dying the other day... the death thought came while I was sitting on the toilet peeing – that's where I have my most contemplative thoughts.
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My Thoughts
Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.
Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within
Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.
Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing
Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.
Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.
Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish
That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.
In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech
It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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I thought of dying today
I thought of dying today.
It seemed the right answer.
Thevery right thing to do.
As everything was building up.
The pressure piled on up.
If only I could of spoken.
If only I could of found the words.
And opened my heart.
Maybe just maybe.
It wouldnt of come to this.
My dramatic end.
I thought of dying today.
As the shiny blade glistened.
And the pill bottle spoke.
I just knew what I had to do.
I couldnt take any more.
Today my thinking stopped.
I acted upon my thoughts.
I'd planned it for so long now.
I had to leave the world.
And leave all this shit behind me.
Now I'm cold in the ground.
No one can hurt me again.
I have my dying wish at last.
I'm free I'm free.
This is the end
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Thinking of You
Sitting here on this cold night I think of you
Sitting here looking into the sky I see your face
Sitting here thinking I think of your voice
Sitting here I watch the stars I smile at the thought of seeing you soon
Being here without you I feel the emptiness sinking into my heart
Being out here without your warmth I think of how I will feel your warmth someday
Being here in the night that is so dark I force a smile to show on my face
Being here I think of how this will just make the day I see you even better
Thinking of you can always changes the day from bad to good in a second
Thinking of you makes a smile appear that has been hidden
Thinking of you lightens the dark night's sky
Thinking of you makes me get through the day
Talking to you always makes me forget all my troubles
Talking to you makes my surroundings melt into a dream
Talking to you always puts me in a good mood even when we have nothing to say
Talking to you always gives me something to look forward to. I love you.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Death
The journey of death, I think of dying as it were
a sleeping process which it brings our thoughts
the illusion of angel's, heaven, clouds and paradise,
we see ourselves in a utopia dream world,
that brings us peace and harmony. Death is a
sad word; a word that is continually present with
melancholy thoughts that haunts the mind. I always
dismiss it from my mind, but always comes back.
It's there always trying to torment me, maybe if death
wasn't so enigmatic and dreadful, our thoughts would
change. We wouldn't think about it at all. When I think
of the old age, is like thinking, death is near, it's the
nearest thing to old age. Death, death is like a cold
and lonely sigh, Death, it comes like thieves in the
night, it takes you and it wont give you a notice nor a
warning. A deep anguish takes over our feelings;
death is a sad word, An empty sensation and a huge
grief, that torture's the soul and mind. Death we can't
defeated, escape or make it null. A reminder each
day that time will eventually stop and become eternal.
Death the only sure thing we inherit from the second
we are born, death, death, I cannot comprehend the
purpose to all, we struggle in our journey in every way,
to at the end, become dust in the wind, and then after
time has past, not even a vestige of us.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Thunk
An idle thought
Idly thought,
By a thoughtful idler
Idling away his time
In timely thoughts.
Unthoughtful at the time.
Timely brought to the fore.
Idle at four, a forethought.
Insolent in his indolence,
With indolent thoughts.
A thinking faineant.
A feint heart.
Thinking hearty thoughts
Who'd a thunk.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Thoughts of nothing
There is no peace
Within ones mind
Every second
Comes an aggrovated thought
Thinking....Thinking....Thinking
No peace No solitude
Just thoughts of nothing
Thinking....Thinking....Thinking
poem by Suzan Gumush
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Please Be Quiet
He spoke and spoke so many words
and she just silently thought.
He had an opinion on everything.
She listened and then she sought
silence again, just said Amen
to all those words he said,
Soon thoughts came to her head.
She thought about life.
She thought about love.
She thought about
all he was speaking of.
She thought about nights
where silence prevailed.
She thought about days
where the speaking assailed
her ears.
She'd been thinking and thinking
for too many years.
The quietness was peaceful
but now brought her to tears.
For she missed the sound
of all his words.
She missed everything he said.
He was gone and all was quiet
for all his words were dead.
The thoughts were still there.
The words were not.
And what was it he said?
She forgot.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hillside Avenue
Hillside Avenue, Jamaica Avenue
Was the sign I saw when I suddenly thought
Your health is your life
Why why why was I thinking that
Who's gonna pay when the children start crying
You'll never never get away
Strange how the air that you're breathing is dying
It's gonna get rough, when I get to...
Hillside Avenue, Jamaica Avenue
Was the sign I saw when I suddenly thought
Your health is your life
Keeps you alive
Why why why was I thinking that
When the rich man lies dying in his bed
He'll be thinking of the very words I said
When he's lying there dying in his bed
He'll be thinking of the very words I said
Repeat!
Hillside Avenue, Jamaica Avenue
Was the sign I saw when I suddenly thought
Your health is your life
Keeps you alive
song performed by by Simply Red
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Thoughts for Today
Blue sky thinking grey sky mind
Lost dimensions hard to find
Daytime dreams nightmare nights
Silent prayers and noisy fights
Outside box and inside dealing
Pure of thought or simply stealing
Fast lane sprint or slow lane creeping
Lie awake or waste time sleeping
Life see's changes death see's sorrow
Raise you daylight see's tomorrow
Thoughts surrounded mind let wander
Food for thought with time to ponder
All entrenched in thoughts of all
Strong, the weak, the short, the tall.
No escape but death can alter
From such paths should you so falter.
poem by Dave James
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LONELY ISSUE, TOILET TISSUE...by talile ali
ALWAYS SITTING
SOMEWHERE ALONE
DON'T WANNA EVER USE THE
TELEPHONE
WAITING FOR AN
IMPORTANT CALL
A MEETING SOMEWHERE
A JOB THIS FALL
THE CHANGE IN TEMPO
THE UGLY MOOD
THE USE OF STENCIL
AND PASTELS OF NUDES
ALL WET AND ANXIOUS
TO BE AT THE CROSS
AND HOLDING HEATHER
NOT THINKING OF COST
THE WINDOWS CRACKED
WATERS DOWN THE DRAIN
CAN'T HELP FEELING
I JUST CAN'T EXPLAIN
THE THINGS YOU WANTED
THE THINGS YOU BELIEVE
CAN'T STOP THINKING
WHO NEXT YOU'LL DECEIVE
FALL IN THE BED
GIVEN TO FALLS
WHATS UP IN YOUR HEAD
SCRIBBLED UPON WALLS
THE IMAGE THE ACTION
A FIGURE A PLAN
LONELY ISSUE, TOILET TISSUE
A MOISTEN RIGHT HAND
poem by Talile Ali
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Touching Numbers
I was sitting alone at home
thinking about you
wondering what the heck
you were up to.
Are you sitting there alone
thinking about me…
wondering if I was in
someone else's company?
Have you found someone new
to give your affection…
are you stroking each other's palms
considering a connection?
Are you snuggling up close
and kissing him
the same as you kissed me
on my neck and chin?
Is your breathing deep and heavy,
does your heart pound,
are you truly happy now
that I'm not around?
I really hope you're there
thinking about me,
looking at our photographs
on your phone's memory.
Touching numbers, about to call,
thinking of what to say.
Maybe, should we meet up
in our favourite café?
I suppose I'm just a fool
for thinking like this,
dwelling on a lost love
and past happiness.
I have to face it, you're not
thinking of me at all.
A full day has just about gone…
should I make the call?
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Sitting by the sea
Sitting by the sea...
Thinking about the day's catch
And the money that it brought
The school fees that it would pay
Education for his children
He wanted them to do better
Much better than him in life
He dreamt of a little home
Which he could call his own
More work to be done, he thought
Until all these could be a reality
Everything after a moment's rest
Sitting by the sea!
poem by Gajanan Balasubramaniam
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Thinker
How long are my thoughts alive?
Only until they move on.For new ones enter my mind each day
and the old ones are gone.
The simpler the thought,
the longer the stay.
Complex thinking is not for me.
I simply push it away.
I wake up sleepy
with eyes still closed
but my mind comes alive with thought
and then I am exposed
to multiple thoughts that surface again
and I've not even started my day.
Sometimes I wish to be thought-free
but I know that's not my way.
For thinkers are edgy, never complete
until a thought's on their mind.
And so I've learned to accept these things
and let them slowly unwind.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Plexiglass Toilet
Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah
A boy of 5 stands close to the toilet
Holds the lid up with one hand
Won't let go the lid for fear that
On his banana it will land
Don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah
Boy goes up he eats the enchilada
With the sauce that burns the heart
Family comes to visit family
Momma says don't belch and fart
Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah
Everybody Sing!
Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah
Don't sit on the Plexiglas toilet
Said the momma to her son
Wipe the butt clean with the paper
Make it nice for everyone
But don't sit down on the Plexiglas toilet yeah
song performed by by Styx, music by John Curulewski
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Lily Licked the Toilet
Lily licked the toilet,
And then she licked the floor.
You can bet I'll never
Kiss Lily anymore!
Lily licked the toilet,
And then she licked the sink.
She's full of germs and worms,
At least that's what I think.
Lily licked the toilet,
And then she licked the tub.
It's safe to say her tongue
Could use a real good scrub!
She was the cutest pooch! (To Smooch)
Why'd she have to spoil it?
Nothing's been the same since…
Lily licked the toilet!
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Birth of death
Birth of death
(Stream of consciousness poetry)
This is a well thinking thought
How to control
A robot
Before inventing,
How do you cherish
The success of poetry
Before composing,
This is a well thinking thought
Of the immortality
To give the meaning
The state of being
As the creator
Can not create
The enemy of
Immortality,
Which He Himself is,
Death
Is the success
Of the game plan
Before the game
Was invented
But loophole lies
The immortality
Does not have life.
What's the pleasure
Of being an entity
Of immortality
Without taste
Of life and death!
(He Himself knows)
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Thoughts Of A Fool
I had a love and it was all mine
I drove her out, I mustve been blind
Thats the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud
She loved me so, but I was untrue
Shes gone for good, what can I do
Thats the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud
Theres not a thing that I can say about her
Except I dont know how Im going to live without her
I had a love and it was all mine
I watched it fade a kiss at a time
Thats the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud
Thats the thoughts of a fool thinking out loud
song performed by by George Strait
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Two funney
Young funney
Boy...
go
The toilet...
Pass urine...
Not clean
The toilet
With water...
why...?
The boy was
funney...!
The toilet was
funney...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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