Thoughts
My thoughts
In absence of words, moving aimlessly.
In strong wind of life,
Some will soon be torn, disarray.
Some will loose it's identity.
When the words will be mine,
Thoughts may not be.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Reality
I opened the window,
I allowed the wind to move in.
Now cyclone in my mind.
Thoughts are moving aimlessly.
Some beliefs are uprooted,
Some fear to loose existence.
What stands out now, is reality.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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An upright soul
Thoughts must conform to words
And words to deeds to give peace.
Good thoughts and bad words: one is
raw.
Bad thoughts and good words: one is a cheat.
Good words and bad deeds: one is
cruel.
Bad words and good deeds: one is a
barker.
Thoughts, words and deeds must not
be
In conflicts to ensure an upright soul.
25.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Learn thoughts, not words.
Good in thoughts, not so in words,
Good in words and not so in thoughts
Human beings tend to be.
Thoughts are the binding force, not words.
Sincerity lies in thoughts
28.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sentence of love...
Many thoughts live inside my head,
Yet quite often they go unsaid.
So many thoughts that were not spoken,
Were they merely just a token? ...
Were the thoughts that meant the most,
The ones I never got round to post?
Have I missed the chance to save us all?
I think the chances must be small...
For if those thoughts meant so much,
We should find a way to stay in touch.
Thought understands feelings in a way,
That mere words could never convey...
And just because these words go unsaid,
Does not mean to life that they are dead.
For special words have meaning so true,
The words I'm thinking of are 'I love you...'
So although the words I don't often say,
May not be heard each and every day.
When the sentence of love my head does start,
You shall live forever in my heart...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Words Sometimes Take On A Own Meaning
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and sometimes they are sharp and painful
as if there is much more to words
as if a kind of secret knowledge hides in them
that are sometimes something moving.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
but somehow words can at times miss things
and are sometimes dependent on feelings
as if there is much more to words
when through it all love brings a kind of bonding
and so you and I are attractive to each other.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
and daily a bond develops between us,
while you become more considerable to me,
as if there is much more to words
you constantly live in my thoughts,
while love becomes real through words.
Words sometimes take on a own meaning
as if there is much more to words…
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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A place for you
Maybe in your absence
I will write
another thousand poems,
since it’s as if something is chasing me
and there’s power
in words
that goes out like a spell.
Sometimes fingers only wait
to let words sprout
before they even form
in thoughts,
still the castles
that I build with words
wants to hold a place for you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts, Think Happy Thoughts
I have to keep reminding myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.)
You wanted me to promise to never say it again
Those three words
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Which is laughably easy to do right now because
We are so far out of touch I couldn’t reach you if I tried
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
So I plod through grey days and inky dark nights
Heavy laden with regret
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts)
Tomorrow I will remind myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
12-25-07
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poem by Shannon Wright
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Only In My Mind
thoughts fire
mind blaze
run on wind
words sing mind melodies
words sing song new images
dance in heart veins flow
words shape shift
into new thoughts
concepts poems
several are written
in time heart beats
wonder stirs anew
but only in my mind
where the beauty sings
sung sight meditation
no words given unto paper
no words processed on light screen
no words kept mind record
dart of honeybird flight
bats fly sonar night vision
wing beats of wonder
words released born free
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Heartfelt Letter Unsigned
It seems I am only good with words
When I write them in my silent hours
Of all the things I have wished to say
But never found the moment or courage
I find myself saddened by my thoughts
All of which surround my thoughts of you
I think you are amazing, kind and so strong
You are beautiful in many ways I cannot count
Your nature and spirit I have come to know
Shows you to be funny and loving
You put a spring in my heart, a song in my step
I would love to hold you each night
Look after way and love you always
But alas, a time has come I must face
That moment of courage and opportunity
I think it matters not anyway
I have listened to my mind and heart argue
And wish I could look through any eyes
Other my own, when I look at you
A time has come to say goodbye, to move on
I wish to take you from my heart
Place you by my side as a friend and nothing more
If only my thoughts were not my own
If only I could look through another’s eyes
Perhaps I would not need to write these words
Because moving on from you
Is the hardest most difficult decision in life
You will always be so beautiful to me
And in loving you I must say goodbye
poem by Matthew Holloway
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We Are The People
If youre feeling shut down
May my thoughts be with you
If youre a black man bein beat down
And shoved all around
May my thoughts be with you
If your worlds gettin a little too tough
You know, our thoughts bein with you
Hey, I know, that its crazy out there
And my thoughts are with you
Chorus:
We are the people
And we live forever
We are the people
And our future is written in the wind
On the wind
If you are one of the homeless
May my thoughts be with you
If you are scared and alone
You know, our thoughts are with you
If you are one of the fortunate ones
We all know, its lonely up there
We understand, that nobodys got it
Made
So our thoughts are with you
Chorus:
We are the people
And we live forever
We are the people
And our future is written in the wind
On the wind
You see yourself as a leader
May my thoughts be with you.
If you try to divide and conquer
Well rise up against you
We know, only the strong will survive
But the meek will inherit
So if you got a coat of arms
Oh friend
I suggest, we wear it
Chorus:
We are the people
And we live forever
We are the people
And our future is written in the wind
On the wind
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Words
Words are my weapon
words are my shield
Guns and knifes just ruin lives
so words I keep concealed
Words are all I have here
they help me struggle on
Words are here forever,
when all I have is gone
In my thoughts or in my poems
Words will help ease my brain
I write down what is on my mind
Expressing love or feeling pain
Not that many I can trust
But words I can depend
Words wont turn there back on you
Words are my only friend
poem by Nic Hillen
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For Jesus
Shadows of HIS footprints become our words
And I love to enclose them all inside.
In time,
Shadows of HIS words become our thoughts
And I love to call them eternal,
Because The Lord said:
''Now therefore go, and I will be with thy mouth,
And teach thee what thou shalt say.'(Exodus 4: 12)
Shadows of His thoughts become our words
And His thoughts are incommensurable.
Shadows of our words become HIS footprints
Because.....
Yes
Because we will become land
And
Because we are a praying land,
Needing HIS footprints....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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A Book of Wordsworth
Thy talks on God, and glories of His fields
Are woven into my unworthy past.
The fragments of thy thoughts my memory yields
Grow dim at times, and yet they seem to last.
This little book of verses, covered red,
A gift to me, a gift of quiet rest,
Is filled with soothing words that thou hast said;
Some chosen thoughts, the wisest and the best;-
Sweet songs and gleanings from that inward eye;
The noise of bees the wind in daffodils;
The splendour of the sea and of the sky;
And Nature standing on the silent hills.
They words, thy thoughts, for me can never cease
To have that flavour of eternal peace.
poem by Leon Gellert
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Ανεμωλια
Go, foolish thoughts, and join the throng
Of myriads gone before;
To flutter and flap and flit along
The airy limbo shore.
Go, words of sport and words of wit,
Sarcastic point and fine,
And words of wisdom, wholly fit
With folly’s to combine.
Go, words of wisdom, words of sense,
Which, while the heart belied,
The tongue still uttered for pretence,
The inner blank to hide.
Go, words of wit, so gay, so light,
That still were meant express
To soothe the smart of fancied slight
By fancies of success.
Go, broodings vain o’er fancied wrong;
Go, love-dreams vainer still;
And scorn that’s not, but would be, strong;
And Pride without a Will.
Go, foolish thoughts, and find your way
Where myriads went before,
To languish out your lingering day
Upon the limbo shore.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough (1850)
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Fruits Of Your Words
Everything in this world has an end
Even the sugar
Even the pain
Will find an end
Soon or late,
Nothing lasts
Forever
Even the pain
So be nice to others and you will gain
Be aware of the words that comes out of your thoughts
A word can heal another may hurt
So try to be kind with your words
May you can heai some thoughts
Once they come out of your lips
Never returns so escape the falts
Your words are the mirror of your thoughts
And your works are the fruits of your soul's
So keep the kindness inside the soul
And speak the kind words
Passengers we all are in this world
Try to keep the good job up
If you can't heal
Try to not hurt
Your words explain your thoughts
Take your time before you talk
Don't forget that a word can change the world
So keep the good work up
Try to plant a flower
Everywhere you go
Soon the world becomes a colorful garden
The good we do is eternal
Even when we are gone.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Crackling words
I am the thunder
that crackles in your words
and make blue sparks,
when you write thoughts down.
I branch to wherever
your words go
and hit every place
where your letters go.
At times I bring new life
in your verses
with the rain
and sometimes I am the one
that unfolds heartache, repentance
and hold the abyss,
but it’s I
that builds your words
and tell others
how you see life
and the world.
I constantly spark
new thoughts open
and cleave right through rock
to reveal truth and reality
and at times I light the way
where you walk
and at sometimes it’s I
that brings the darkness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Closed Book
A book unopened
leaves words to die.
A book unopened
leaves words to lie
in perpetuity,
never alive, never free
to deliver its thoughts
for any to see.
Who was the writer?
What did he pen?
The absence of readers
are lost and then
the book lies quietly
on a shelf
and maybe all by itself it knows.
It will never be opened.
It will always be closed,
just like some people
who won't open up
and speak their words to you.
Their life is something
you'll never know,
something you won't view.
For they are a closed book too.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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King Claudius: My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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The New Light Has Come From On My Jalousie Windows
the first thing i do in the morning is write my new poem
borne of the night
too weary to dream
but this poem keeps on stalking
always wanting to be written
write,
stare to space and let that stare linger for a while
like gathering some dust in air
or spraying the air with your shower of thoughts
speak
to yourself
like reminding yourself with words that have become too unfamiliar
because they are not spoken
words too get impatient and jealous
because of unuse
and furious too because of abuse
words too have lives of their own
and even feelings of their own
so you are telling me
be cautious be too patient and considerate
be compassionate
be strong
be happy be prayerful
i write the words again
on the positive side of things
the happier
hopeful categories
i open some shutters
slide some thoughts
inser my gaze and
spread some scrutinies
i am seeing a new light
from the jalousies
it is the soft morning light
and i really like it
i stand still and look
above this room
down to the things
below me
i see people moving
wearing the uniform
to their offices
they go
i almost forget,
it is a working day also for me.
the morning light has enticed me again,
i repeat, my friend, i still like it
here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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