Being cut off from you
Being cut off from you
and the truth
by other thoughts
going through my mind
I write some poems,
watch solitary birds
fly past and some
coming to the window
pecking alone on it
and caged into my study
living as if I am dead
in a kind of purgatory
still thoughts with sin
and you in it
instead of prayers
keep rushing through my head
and sometimes I wonder
what I miss more
your personality or your body
or probably both.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Coming Thoughts
Coming from my head
Running through my mind
Something possibly untold
Is it hard to find?
Coming from the tip of my tongue
My face starts to express
From many random thoughts
Some different from the rest.
Coming from my mouth
Thoughts from there are spoken
No more hurt do I feel
No more am I broken.
Coming from my head
Running through my mind
Something clearly understood
My thoughts-one of a kind!
poem by Bethany Colman
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Lucid Dreams
A ricochet of thoughts
running through my head
in these lucid dreams
I've always Had
Thoughts of the living
Thoughts of the dead
all merge together
leaving me not knowing
who is alive
and who is dead
When I wake up
the thoughts come flooding back
as I see the bruises
where they grabbed me and said
don't go back
Only then do I know
who is living
and who is dead
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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I don't write poems
I don't write poems,
I drink them like wine,
I become tipsy
with each coming line.
I don't write poems,
I breathe them like air,
I become so happy
when each one I share.
I don't write poems,
I live with them;
they prolong my years,
they are as true as I am.
I don't write poems,
I weave into verses
sadness, joy, tears,
prayers, love, curses…
My poems talk and sing,
Sense of living they bring.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
26th of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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You colour my life
You colour my life
with new thoughts, with music
with poems that your write
and paint brush strokes, like magical signs
right across my body
and now I miss you
while I remember all the beautiful things
and we are far apart
as if you are lost
and we now live in to different worlds
and still there is a special place
where I find you in my thoughts
and I wonder if you are missing me?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Why I Write?
I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face
poem by Asif Andalib
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My Soul
In the flame of the flickering fire
The sins of my soul are few
And the thoughts in my head are the thoughts of a bed
With a solitary view.
But the eye of eternal consciousness
Must blink as a bat blinks bright
Or ever the thoughts in my head be stilled
On the brink of eternal night.
Oh feed to the golden fish his egg
Where he floats in his captive bowl,
To the cat his kind from the womb born blind,
And to the Lord my soul.
poem by Stevie Smith
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First sonnet
These words, they just wont come out of my head.
They stay deep down inside, where i can't reach.
I feel as if my mind has now gone dead.
These thoughts, i just cant hold, i want to screech!
You want me to write you a just sonnet,
but i cant think of what to say to you.
All i can think of is the word bonnet,
because its the only rhyme i can do.
if you want a better sonnet than this.
Then so help me, cause i don't have a clue.
do you think of my sonnet as amiss?
or are these thoughts down in my head adieu?
Will these ideas in my mind now leave?
So then i ask when will i be relieved?
poem by Brianna Perreira
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Friday
I live in an Ice house a
I never do dance salsa
I'm living in Jamaca
I live in an Ice Breaker
I'm living in Africa
I never do Know where a
Where I'm living but I'm living in a free fall
Whenever she goes away
Might as well be in San Jose
'Cause I never can tell where my
Where my heart's gonna spend it's time
Half of me's missing
I miss her Kissing
I don't know nothing but I know
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
My head is a hurricane
My mind is a touch insane
and my body can't sleep to dream
And my Eyes open up to scream
And my mouth is a thin straight line
As I'm struggling to pass the time
And my crime is that I'm living life without her
And the morning soon will come
And the days nearly almost done
And the clock says it's half past five
But the sun is still in the sky
Disorientated
Insatiated
How long I've waited but I know
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
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Rare Thoughts that Never Go away
Has anyone out there reading this
Ever thought about that one person that is always in your thoughts and they never go away?
Well many of us out there are too scared of what or whom we miss
And then there are some of us that can't stop thinking of them throughout the day
Well I am this kind of person that just met a person not long ago
And I am here to say that my thoughts are of this person that I really admire
There are so many people that say how you can feel that way about someone who you barely know
I simply tell them that I trust in the Lord's every desire
Even though finding that one kind of person in everyone's life is rare
Who is always willing to listen and be gentle and kind
I hope that everyone can find this type of person that seems to always be there
Because I want her to know this is why she is always on my mind
And this is why these thoughts never go away
Because of the friendship that has come from the Heaven Above
This is why I am glad, for these thoughts are here to stay
And hopefully those thoughts and feelings will turn from friendship to passionate love
By Frank Pulver
poem by Frank Pulver
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Truth Of My Youth
There was a time and place
Where I never thought
I'd leave my own home town
But those days are finally
Dead and gone
It was never my intention
To stay there oh no
There was a conscious effort
Played by me
To disown anything I see
There was a girl I knew
Way back when
Who says she doesnt know me anymore
These are the lies
The things you never mention
These are my past mistakes
I'll stay away from
These are my thoughts
Written down on paper
Its my only savior
For not saying
What I want to say
These are the thoughts
That are on my mind
Moments that havnt yet been defined
And I dont know if you
Could ever understand
These are the things I cant say
When we're alone
There were countless hours
On the telephone
My ears were ringing
From the dial tone
There was flashing lights
People staring
There was nothing I could ever do
These are the lies
The things that you never metion
These are my past mistakes
I'll stay away from
This is the truth
The only time you'll hear it
I'll write it down
Because it seems so hard to say it
These are my thoughts
Written down on paper
Its my only savior
From not saying
What I want to say
These are the thoughts
That are on my mind
Moments that havnt yet been defined
And I dont know
If you could ever understand
These are the things I cant say
When we're alone
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Aching heart/busy head
When your heart hurts so much to think,
Yet your head is so busy filling todays thoughts away to start afresh in the morning?
What if yesterdays thoughts are still there? What if the previosu days thoughts combine with the new days?
When you wake in the morning still going throught the weeks thoughts, going through every trial,
every tribulation,
every worry, just building up and up,
rushing and streaming around?
Thats what depression can be like,
having that in your head,
never a break
never a release
never a let up from the ever growing rage in ypur head.
the ever growing pain in your body.
the ever growing urge to cry, only your heart not allowing you to express and release it.
depression makes you want to fade away. to disappear.
fade away.
poem by Rosalita Fernandez
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Let’s create windows In our minds
Houses and buildings
Have Windows
Buses and trains
Too have windows
When open
Light and fresh air
Comes in through them
Allows foul air to go out
When closed
Prevents Dust and filth
From coming in
Let’s create windows
In our minds
Allow good thoughts
To come in and enlighten
The mind
Let the bad thoughts go out
Close the window of the mind
When bad thoughts
Try to intrude in
Listen to what people say
With an open mind
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Poems About.
There are poems that you will never see
Marked in a folder titled 'privacy'
Poems of hate and anger and personal pain
Poems about greed and hunger and personal gain
Poems about people I would love to see dead
Poems about women I met
Poems about relationships that have gone bad
Poems about issues with mom and dad
Poems about me, the person no one knows
Poems about places where only my soul goes
Poems I wish I could place in the clouds for all to read
Poems about lust, selfishness and greed
Poems I know will hurt those I hate
Poems I write by complete mistake
Poems I have hidden in my heart and my head
Poems about things that are better left unsaid
Poems I want to share and poems I want to retract
Poems of shame and how others might act
They stay in my psyche, they are a part of me
These poems I write, but you will never see.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Myriad Thoughts
I sit here in myriad thoughts
dancing around my head
too fed up to put them to bed.
Thoughts of the past,
thoughts of the future too,
thoughts of things this and that
and thoughts of what to do.
Memories invade at times
of pastures long gone by
as the myriad thoughts
fill my mind with anger and with love
and times; I wish I could have lingered with
when my years were young.
Things pass in phases,
hearts entwine then fall apart,
seasons readily appear,
stay awhile and then depart.
Here I sit in a lonely waste
thinking thoughts of what might have been
if the crystal ball I look into had only seen.
Now the myriad thoughts appear
to haunt me in quiet times
and carry me to distant places
the world has left behind.
Those little specks of moments
that still linger from the past
that lay waiting to capture me
before the quiet time has passed.
28 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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My place of dreams is not your place
My dreams are of these kinds
Inside the portals of my sleep
It is not for you to live here
Everything is so flimsy
Ephemeral and
Gossamer-like
So disappear, go away where you
May feel alive
Where you are
Living a life concrete as a stone
A landmark of iron
And steel and sounding cobblestones
My thoughts are see-throughs
That you cannot touch
With your fingers
They go through like the air that
You want to grasp and hold
Because in truth my words are fire
And flames
These are the thoughts of the world
When no man was yet created
When no man was yet alive
It is not your kind of thoughts
Your kind of dreams
These words I have been weaving
Inside my heart and mind
They will surely burn you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Brephos
Although it is easy for one to think, it is not always easy for one to write
Not all thoughts can be expressed into words, nor should they. Rousseau said in his solitary walks or was it his confessions? That his most beautiful thoughts died in him as quick as he thought them and how he at the time wished he had a pen in hand to write them all down. Those thoughts are dead, but perhaps those same thoughts are born in others written down somewhere in all of infinite time. Some thoughts like some lives are not meant to be born. The seed of this thought, watered by my serene tears, germinates in my soul as I write this letter. Still I can't find the words to express its beauty, its paradox, its mystery. The seed germinates but no plant is born, no flower blooms. For every child that isn't born, for every thought trapped in the moral order nature's thought; the ineffable, the unborn, the unknown, I hope one day you find expression and tell the world what you are and what beauty really is—To eloquence that never speaks, to thought that never thinks, to life that never lives, in my heart you speak, think and live.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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My suicide letter
Dear Mother and Father
As you read this I want you to know
None of this is your fault
As I love you both so
I want you to know why I did this
Even though the truth may hurt
For the past few years I've felt so down
Further than under the dirt
Your daughter of great success's
But no one could ever see
The tears behind the smile I showed
The person who was actually me
By myself, feeling all alone
Made me worse and down
Please don't blame yourself for the decision I made
Because you never saw your daughters frown
I love you and I'll miss you a lot
Same with everyone too
In your heart I'll always be
And in heaven waiting for you
As I sit here and write my last goodbye
Everyone rushes through my head
Things will be better off, I promise
Now that I am dead
______________________
Just to let you know this isn't for real. I just find it easier to write poems like this. So no need to be worried. :)
poem by Lisa French
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Do You Have Any Thoughts About Me?
Do you have any thoughts about me?
And I want to know if the thoughts that you have about me
Are any good?
Do you mind sharing the thoughts about me?
What are the thoughts about me like?
Are the thoughts about me semtimental?
Are the thoughts about me very romantic?
Are the thoughts about me full of love?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Hospital Sadness
As I lie around in this bed
Absolutely bored out of mind
I have sad thoughts in my head
I wish that these sad thoughts were left behind
My eyes are flowing with tears
Like a river bank flowing with water
My mind right now is full of fears
Mentally, I am not at my best.
I am
Lonely
Bored
Depressed
Sad
Th is is not where I belong
I want to tell the nurses so long
This is making me sad
When I am out of here I will be glad
I am lying around yearning for the days of home
Where I am free to roam
And not to confirm to one place
I wish time was moving at a fast pace
I miss my friends
I miss my family
I miss everything
Gratis Et Amore
for the poems that i have written
and which you read
by heart, i bless you with a prayer for luck
for another year
for the poems which i have not written yet,
i wish you a longer life, so you may read them
when they become finally written
for the poems i have in mind and which i will not write
i wish you patience i wish you some prayers
may these poems realize their worth
may they decide to become truths
with you i pray that God may be also kind
for those still unspoken
and may God bless your mind
may they open up like tight buds to become the flowers
of the world, the sun to warm them, the rain to shower them
may these poems live and linger
may they be like grass always unswerving to grow and cover everything
alive and loving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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