Thoughts Poems
windswept voices
by Rikske Kessner
"windswept voices"
rough is the wind that forces
a trunk sideways from its long‑held berth,
not quick to undo what’s stood for years
yet close enough to warn me through its scrape:
we keep moving along the same worn track,
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Knocking on Heavens Door
by Owen Cullimore
Here I stand a-waiting
To join that special band
On my way to St. Peters gate
To enter the Promised Land
I have lived my life, my time has come
Now I go to a better place
No time to weep, no time to cry
Thank the Lord my life was no disgrace
As I ride my cloud up to the stars
Where Heaven awaits me now
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Reverie
by Aditi Hayaran
No one can actually hear the whispers
that echo through the room.
They would understand only if they listened to the reverie you share with the moon.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
Gedachtengedicht
by Mario Odekerken
Soms denk ik
dat mijn gedachten
niet in mijn hoofd wonen
maar in de lucht om mij heen.
Als losse zaden
die wachten
op een stukje aarde
dat luistert.
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Scribbles of the Soul
by Aditi Hayaran
When stuck in the storm of thoughts,
Take a pen and write it down.
Just anything that can express the pain.
Even if it can't heal you completely,
It may reduce the storm to a rain.
When you feel hurt or broken,
Don't keep it unspoken.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
© The Patient Who Lived
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As I Wander
by Owen Cullimore
As I wander through life’s highway
Oblivious to the dangers that prevail
Whatever the weather may throw at me
Wind Rain Snow or Hail
I wonder what is in store for me
As I wend my merry way
I truly wonder just what?
The Lord has in store for me today
As the Sun’s rays gently brush my uncovered arms
And spread warmth across my face
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windswept voices
by Rikske Kessner
"windswept voices"
rough is the wind that forces
a trunk sideways from its long‑held berth,
not quick to undo what’s stood for years
yet close enough to warn me through its scrape:
we keep moving along the same worn track,
......
Het gedicht dat nog geschreven moet worden
by Mario Odekerken
Het begint als een leegte
een stilte zonder richting
woorden staan klaar aan de rand
maar durven nog niet te vallen.
Tijd schuift langs de zinnen
die nog geen vorm hebben
gedachten ademen in en uit
op zoek naar hun plaats.
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Knocking on Heavens Door
by Owen Cullimore
Here I stand a-waiting
To join that special band
On my way to St. Peters gate
To enter the Promised Land
I have lived my life, my time has come
Now I go to a better place
No time to weep, no time to cry
Thank the Lord my life was no disgrace
As I ride my cloud up to the stars
Where Heaven awaits me now
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My thoughts
by Nafisa Baheranwala
Words are few or too many
My thoughts are costlier than a penny
They follow the dictates of my heart
Of myself, they are a vital part
Higher than clouds, my thoughts do soar
Of my basic ideas, they form the core
Pinned to the ends of rainbows of gold
They rise to great heights, in silence, untold
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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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