Thoughts Poems
Overflowing
by Kailey Norris
My words flow from an overflowing sink,
My direction of thought an unknown path,
My mind a twisting tree root,
My ideas a snapping branch in the wind.
I walk with unknown eyes,
I listen through foreign ears,
I write with spinning thoughts,
I see only through touch.
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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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What If I'm NOTHING
by Lily Isong
What if I'm NOTHING
I woke as gray a couple times
My soul's bare just as the pines
The tux I see that grows all slow
The pride I walk I thought I'm Mufasa
What if I'm nothing among everything
What if there wasn't a soul in me,
What if I had no dreams
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Thoughts
by John Castro
Thoughts
Thoughts are like fish in a brook
Ideas swimming upstream
Confused by the worms on a hook
Boggled by life's dreams
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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Stilles Wasser,trägt Tiefe ohne Laut
by Mario Odekerken
Stilles Wasser
trägt Tiefe ohne Laut.
kein Kräuseln verrät,
was darunter lebt.
Unter der Oberfläche
gibt es keine Geheimnisse,
nur Gewicht,
schwer von ungesagten Dingen.
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Still waters,hold depth without a sound
by Mario Odekerken
Still waters
hold depth without a sound,
no ripple betrays
what stirs below.
Beneath the surface
there are no secrets,
only weight,
heavy with unsaid things.
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Stille wateren hebben diepe gronden
by Mario Odekerken
Stille wateren
dragen diepte zonder stem,
geen rimpel verraadt
wat beneden beweegt.
Onder het oppervlak
liggend geen geheimen,
maar gewichten,
zwaar van oude woorden.
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Was nie geschah
by Mario Odekerken
Deine Abwesenheit
trägt die Kontur
von etwas,
das hätte sein können.
Kein Schmerz,
nur ein Flüstern
ohne Ursprung.
What never happened
by Mario Odekerken
Your absence
holds the shape
of something
that could have been.
Not sorrow,
but a whisper
without origin.
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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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