Thoughts Poems
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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DECEPTION
by Insiya Patanwala
The world is but a crumbling place,
And we say we fear demise,
You poison yourself with each breath,
While you try to stay alive.
When smoke and fire engulf you,
Will you still say it's gentle warmth?
And burn and burn till there's nothing left,
But ashes of a soul?
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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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Lost in Greenery
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was lost in exotic lush greenery,
And quite lost in my deep thoughts,
Yet aware of the blossoming scenery,
Of riverbank stones slimy with moss.
I was lost in woods, nature's heart,
Gone green out of civilized society,
Off to myself, amidst natural arts,
Along an obscure pathway of quietly.
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A High-jacked Mind
by Montaigne Foxcroft
Learning
Yearning
Tossing and Turning
What is the point of anything if this world will end up burning?
We turn serious matters into a joke
To some folk the air they breath
Is the thing on which they choke
The book of life, so to speak, specifies not to be "unequally yoked"
Does not this same book read that love bears all things?
Where is the line, who's to say that we actually understand the construct of time
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Philosophisches Denken
by Mario Odekerken
Gedanken wie Nebel über stillen Feldern,
Fragen ohne Ende wachsen in der Nacht.
Was ist Wahrheit,
wer webt die Grenzen zwischen Traum und Erwachen?
Die Zeit gleitet wie Wasser durch offene Hände,
und Bedeutung flüstert am Rand der Stille.
Jeder Schritt ein Echo von tausend Entscheidungen,
jede Antwort nur ein neuer Anfang.
Philosophical Thinking
by Mario Odekerken
Thoughts like mist over silent fields,
questions without end glow in the night.
What is truth,
who weaves the borders between dream and walking?
Time slides like water though open hands,
and meaning whispers at the edge of silence.
Each step an echo of a thousand choices,
each answer merely a new beginning.
Filosofisch denken 02
by Mario Odekerken
Vragen vallen als regen,
zonder honger naar antwoorden,
alleen het verlangen te begrijpen.
De wereld opent zich,
niet als een boek met hoofdstukken,
maar als een veld zonder paden.
Wat is waarheid,
als elk woord
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Filosofisch denken 01
by Mario Odekerken
Gedachten als mist over stille velden,
vragen zonder einde groeien in de nacht.
Wat is de waarheid,
wie weeft de grenzen tussen droom en wakker zijn?
Tijd glijdt als water tussen open handen,
en betekenis fluistert op de rand van stilte.
Elke stap een echo van duizend keuzes,
elk antwoord slechts een nieuw begin.
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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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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