Thoughts Poems
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by Adriano Radadadadadad
Continue readingThe Weight Of A Thousand Suns
by Kevin Junior Ojang Ojong
Laying awake in the early hours of the morning and I can’t help but wonder of things I know to be true and right and good. Or do I really know? Cogito, ergo sum _ I think, therefore I am, or so it goes.
For when my thoughts wake in the place where dreams and sleep collide, my questions are eternal and the void never-ending. Yes, I would give my right eye like the All-father to drink from wisdom’s well.
I think about time and chaos and existence and I have more questions and no answers.
For did time exist before the word itself or was it born from chaos as it is said all things were.
Every star we see in the night sky is centuries old, it’s light just a ghost of a flame that burnt hundreds of years ago.
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Seasons Change
by Jude Harding
burning umber of fire
swirl from the trees
igniting a true desire
all your soul I need
waiting for you to heed
changing with the seasons
for all is leaving
wisps of light pour through
ghosts of the night
till we start a new
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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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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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The Weight Of A Thousand Suns
by Kevin Junior Ojang Ojong
Laying awake in the early hours of the morning and I can’t help but wonder of things I know to be true and right and good. Or do I really know? Cogito, ergo sum _ I think, therefore I am, or so it goes.
For when my thoughts wake in the place where dreams and sleep collide, my questions are eternal and the void never-ending. Yes, I would give my right eye like the All-father to drink from wisdom’s well.
I think about time and chaos and existence and I have more questions and no answers.
For did time exist before the word itself or was it born from chaos as it is said all things were.
Every star we see in the night sky is centuries old, it’s light just a ghost of a flame that burnt hundreds of years ago.
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Why?
by M. Unknown
Why do we love?
Is it because of the loneliness?
Is it because of the warmth?
Or are we just selfish?
Why do I crave your attention?
Is it because I love you?
Is it because you’re really that good?
Or am I just selfish?
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The righteous side
by Saleh Ben Saleh
I sit alone,
and meditate.
I think of kin,
I dare to hate.
I think of things,
that I have done.
I think of people,
we live among.
I think of deeds,
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dfvsdg
by Adriano Radadadadadad
Continue readingSights to Behold
by Jessica Leininger
My muses come to me
With the faces of lovers.
Personified voices of inspiration,
Coming from the places I once knew.
But there's one that feels void,
Like it's from nothing, nowhere.
How strange it is to have a voice
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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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