Thoughts Poems
He Never Sleeps
by Aryan Bhardwaj
They say he never sleeps,
Eyes wide, a steady gaze,
Not from the buzz of late-night thoughts,
But from the quiet pace of days.
Yet something lingers in his stillness,
A shadow wrapped in light,
A flicker of a restless mind,
Too quiet in the night.
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A Drunks Sober Mind
by Johnathon B
People are noisy.
Sitting in the dark I can hear the highway from miles away.
The trucks screaming over the metal bridge that's there for the construction.
The cars on their ways to work.
Honking horns sometimes bullet the air.
I wonder if people ever realize how noisy they are?
I bet there's a guy in Brooklyn that's never truly heard quiet in his life.
Maybe that's why people make movies about nature and what it's like to be outside on adventures.
Or just truly outside, in nature.
Sometimes I think I've never truly heard quiet.
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Die Sprache meiner Zunge
by Mario Odekerken
Die Sprache meiner Zunge
dit nicht immer hörbar-
die lebt im Schweigen
zwischen zwei Blicken,
im Zittern des Atems
bevor Worte entstehen.
Sie berürht ohne Hände,
spricht ohne Worte,
und bleibt zurück,
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Interpretations
by Mourid Barghouti
A poet sits in a coffee shop, writing.
The old lady
thinks he is writing a letter to his mother,
the young woman
thinks he is writing a letter to his girlfriend,
the child
thinks he is drawing,
the businessman
thinks he is considering a deal,
the tourist
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my choice- 31/7
by Kiki .
‘Do you want me to come home?’
You say, like it’s nothing, down the phone.
Like the weight of my world
Doesn’t hang on your answer.
6,000 miles between us
And still, you give me butterflies.
Yes,
I want to scream back -
Yesterday, now, tomorrow, always
I don’t see a time where I don’t want you near
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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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Thought Poem
by Mario Odekerken
Sometimes I think
my thoughts
don't live in my head
but in the air around me.
Like scattered seeds
waiting
for a patch of earth
that listens.
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Gedankengedicht
by Mario Odekerken
Manchmal denke ich,
dass meine Gedanken
nicht in meinem Kopf wohnen,
sondern in der Luft um mich herum.
Wie verstreute Samen,
die warten
auf ein Stück Erde,
das zuhört.
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Die Sprache meiner Zunge
by Mario Odekerken
Die Sprache meiner Zunge
dit nicht immer hörbar-
die lebt im Schweigen
zwischen zwei Blicken,
im Zittern des Atems
bevor Worte entstehen.
Sie berürht ohne Hände,
spricht ohne Worte,
und bleibt zurück,
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De taal van mijn tong
by Mario Odekerken
De taal van mijn tong
is niet altijd hoorbaar-
zij leeft in de stilte
tussen twee blikken,
in het trillen van adem
voor het spreken begint.
Zij raakt zonder handen,
zegt zonder woorden,
en blijft achter
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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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