Best Deep Thoughts Poems
A Slow Hand, Deep Thoughts And True Pen
Each time I write of my crashed hopes and dreams
mind falls into black-depths, sends cold shivers.
Tempted to falsely praise my misdeeds and schemes
I return to my vow, embracing realm of true givers.
Such leaning towards positive and the good
once was abhorrent, not in my prideful style.
When lightning bolts struck me as they should
I found my life was a massive rubbish pile.
With pen and paper I then sought truth to tell
of life, love, loss and darkness once embraced.
O' yes, I did not hide my parades in hell
nor innocent young life I once so disgraced.
Years flew by and age gave its usual aches
far too oft, I swore to give my poetry up.
Darkness whispered, take well deserved breaks
porch lounge sit, empty thy hot coffee cup.
Ah, but my muse, she heard and was not amused
up she bolted, screaming like a raving banshee.
Reminded me of my past, my life I had so abused
what a coward I would be if I now sought to flee.
Pen in hand and regretful of my wasted past
I write to send some light and truth boldly tell.
Praying some good comes, a few words may last
redeem myself from youthful days dancing in hell.
8-21-2017
( Seek to do good and watch as darkness flees )
As I sit on this dreary rainy day
My thoughts go into the darkness
Inside a valley where no man knows
Or on the right side of a cliff
for on the wrong side we drop to the unknown
When we are younger death seemed unreal
It was something for older folks not young
Then comes the first time we lose someone
We begin to realize that there is no coming back
Once you are gone you are gone for good
You have stepped over that cliff
Never to be seen or heard from again.
As you grow and get old, life seems shorter
We know that we all must die, sometime
We all hope it is later and not sooner
But when death comes we have leave
Nothing is taken with us , all is left behind
We have faith to guide us into the next world
But, we also have that fear of the unknown
We have that fear if we have been good enough
For the life we have just lived
We worry about the loved ones we leave behind
We pray we have walked the right path
As we grew, some religions talk about heaven and hell
Heaven as a beautiful place in all cases
But, hell as a burning inferno in some cases
Others, steps we take that we have to learn
to make it into heaven.
Whatever the case may be ,we all still wonder
What it will be like
In some cases, others think that once you die
That is it, you are bones in the ground
Nothing more.
We are never prepared when death comes to our door
When he knocks we are gone.
I truly hope I see the light and not the darkness
My gloomy thoughts on this rainy day.
Far beyond the center of my thoughts,, like an untouchable realm I can see
Pieces and facts merging like salt water and sand at the sea
Turbulent waves keep rolling, before the sand at shore is wet and dries
My heart breaks for so many, watching as the mind slowly dies
It's easy to say that all will be fine, enhanced by days of prayer
But the truth is people are suffering, many not speaking , they don't dare
Deep inside the people, what is happening is known to be wrong
Just like in timing sound in the playing of an off-tune song
Although I write of seeds from atrocity, in words that are sad
We must have courage to stay strong , to overcome what is bad
So much has become twisted and now things are upside-down
To level all this out, we must unite so that we do not drown
An ocean filled with wisdom, that is created together
To face the biting storms in different types of weather
So swim with courage and strength, reach hands to another
- The barren desert is nothing but the other -
Heidi Sands
4/28/22
My thoughts fly out like ashes from a fire....
The smoke is my dreams when cold and tired...
The heat is my breath to blow out this scene....
So now the ashes flicker to where I've been....
My thoughts breath, like a wave from the deep,
Some are fleeting and breaking too soon.
Others grow steady, becoming bigger than big,
With all of the help from the moon.
And just like a wave, that's out in the deep,
I can't tell which idea is the best.
My ideas are confused about where they are heading,
Like a wave heading east or due west.
To the shore my thoughts head, gaining momentum,
Coming together directly to land.
And like a great set of waves breaking to beach,
They wash up all over the sand.
The waves of my thoughts, from the deep they do come,
Some are huge and some are mundane.
I like my ideas that are perfect rip curls, I wonder,
Are your thoughts kind of the same?
When I consider everywhere it snows
Looks swell in photos but exposes torment,
That this huge coat does nothing for my toes
Where on black binding boots is warmth incumbent;
When I descend through storms that never cease,
Feel barbwire sleet deplete my will to fly,
Attempt to land on rooftops thatched with grease
And hear no joyful bells while reindeer cry;
Then I abandon sleigh and find a park
In Southeast Houston with a sunlit bench,
Where once my beard has thawed my thoughts embark
To ask this naughty wish of Mr. Grinch:
Because my bones are old and creak in cold,
May global warming hasten, seven-fold.
11/16/2018
Picture #2
Yes, I am thinking about the human race
Please note that race has ‘four letters’
And most four-letter words
Can cause problems, ills, havocs and wars
Race is to describe what fills up the space
It is a trivially descriptive and unstable concept
Like water, liquid or gas with no obvious context
The human race is synonymous with humanity
Which makes a lot of sense, but unfortunately
Witless people who talk crabs and craps tend to misuse
This four-letter word with bias, single-mindedness and hubris
It is basically grouping what one presumes, envisions or sees
Race means nothing, lees, dregs and slags with no sound gist
Fill in the blank, if you can
As we all know, first God created one man and one woman
I wonder who would disagree with this assessment
For procreation’s sake that a man and a woman
Form a couple to make babies or infants
Race means species. How many species did God conceive?
The Almighty Providence created Adam and Eve
I feel strongly that God solely cares about one race
The only one that he created in the Garden
On Earth was born somewhere in Africa
Like it or not, we are descendants of two Africans
I dare anybody to prove that I am incorrect or false
Next time somebody mentions or talks about race
Feel free to laugh as loud as one can in this person’s face
Real history is full of stories, theories, jokes, lies, guesses and farces
Nowadays in order to be politically correct, ‘men’ in plural, one would say
A man and a woman. Amen! We also know that ‘men’ love to divide
To conquer, to lie, to cheat, to invent and to betray with false pride
Keep on thinking deep! Let’s not stop until we comprehend the nonsense
Around you and me (humanity). Let’s protect the human race
Let’s not dissect and divide humanity, by inventing more races
In the wind, under the sun, the moon and the stars
Did God create many groups or species?
Let’s think deep, deep about the human race.
Copyright © February 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Why are we so afraid to fall in love,
When our heart we ware deep in our souls
Comes from a place with roads of gold.
We try our best to not get attached
Like a band of Velcro laced on our backs
But when it comes down to it a life of pain
The one we loved left us in the rain.
We buy gifts to replace the hurt
When we all know love won't come in a shirt
We move forward or so we think
Till the next person comes in to make us weak
Putting all our trust in them won't ever be
Because that first love we had we must defeat
Its not fair to the next to feel our wrath of hurt
But we seem to come off like a jerk
If we chose to love and this we do
Make sure this love will remain true
No better days will make you smile
And to insure your love they will walk that mile
Keep God on your hearts
He will never fail
And till next time I wish you well.
I suppose it wouldn't be that bad to star in a cheesy tv show if the show was about cheese.
Careful what you order in the Korean noodle shop. It might arrive with mayonnaise on top.
Why are there no great InCel stand-up comics? And people say feminists aren't funny.
Ever heard of "Story Mapping"? Apparently it's a cult thing. A box of air for which people pay money.
"Come meet Baby Kim!" said the invite. Brought little knitted slippers. Turned out it was a kimberly monitor lizard.
Maybe covid virus can be spread by our ears. Do not go out without earplugs! Also, do not drop your pants in public.
I thought I saw Johnny Depp downtown, wearing a girly hat. But it was Jennifer Tilly.
Breezy,
break away free bird,
as free as easy as the wind
wanderess go onward
~ through life~
with an incessant need
to find solace
and meaning
back in god’s grace
It’s penetrating places you roam
and journeyed from
Free bird without
a home, without your flock
Once wings spread across
golden honey horizons
then held still on a dock
Cries o’er the retched waves
drenched in its chunder
into the d
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pulled
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yet, naïve waif,
like a seagull in the skyline so free,
inside is a breezy pathfinder
Blowing are the winds o’er the sea
facile and carefree
Jagged are rugged roads that block,
all paths ahead obscure
bone trails lead downward
Mountain lions abound stalk,
smell the desperation on sweat
dripper of hurt, rebellious
When ships pass in at night,
they speak in the darkness,
disappear in the vastness
Free bird fly far—far away,
never to return again
A tempest moves the wind
wildly through the trees
s~h~a~k~ing sands
Put your hands together
Wanderess,
be still, runner
contend a prayer
come into sense
come home ~
Enveloped in the moonlight
The moon reflects her eyes
She'll never understand it
Even though she tries
She sits beside her window
Lost is distant thought
She ponders, ever waiting
For the answers that she's sought
She wonders about the dinosaurs
"Where did all of them go?"
"Why do we believe in global warming
Because Al Gore told us so?"
"How many licks does it take
To get to the center of a tootsie roll pop?"
"When the aliens land in a farmer's field
Who pays them for their crop?"
"Why are they always asking,
Do you want fries with that?"
"Why do all those Derby Jockeys
Have to were those funny hats?"
"Why is that purple dinosaur
That's on tv. still alive?"
She's seen a Butterball turkey
But what kind of turkey is jive?
She wanders why George Washington
Really cut down that tree?
And why are all the best programs
No longer on tv?
A question mark appears
And hovers over her head
Her husband says, "Knock it off, already,
And bring your butt to bed!"
What if all I've ever craved for
All I've ever fought for
The best of all I wish to see
Have always truly been in me?
I know love is all we need to give
And love should be the reason we live
But what if the love I seek to feel
Has all these while been always free?
What if all I see in my dreams
Has never been that far from me
And all I need to live my dreams
Is to unleash the peak from inside me?
Oh yes, I've crossed deep oceans
In my search for motivation
But what if those little things I do let go
Are what I really need to feel complete?
March 5, 2021
So quite it is
so peaceful it is,
I walk on the shore
my footprints vanishing with a phewwww of the sea
caring my tired soul
hair all over my face,
the air it is ,yes it is
which is caring the story of fellow men
keeping it in its memory
and finding a new story,
I could see the enthusiastic waves,
oh! how magnificent it looks
the great body dressed with diamonds,
shining in the sun which is saying au revoir,
oh great ocean you give life to those poor, little people with baskets on their heads filled with lots of hard work
many ships rest in your deep down grave,
you don't let them be found as if you like their presence
and those mysteries would be gone in their absence,
I'm letting go some memories and keeping the jubilant ones,
I'm making myself ready for tomorrow,
I wish i could pause this moment
but tomorrow will come,
It has to come.
Memories are flooding my mind
But no answers can i find
Haunting, painful, too much to bear
I need to put them somewhere.
Childhood, funny, mischievous, sweet
They are ones I’d like to keep,
but, so many haunt my dreams
hurt more and more it seems.
Things I did or should have done
Battles lost I could have won
It’s too much for me to cope
At this minute, where is hope?
So in a box I try to place
Ease the pain I cannot face.
But no matter how I try
Memories, they just won’t die.
Hide them, in a box, close the lid
Who the hell am I trying to kid?
Too many, they cut me to the quick
Leave, me empty, distraught, sick.
Years and years of torment, regret
Won’t let my mind and body forget
Cry out,’ let me be’
but still, they haunt me
Friends, family, don’t know
My minds torment, so...
What to do, it’s simple it seems
In a box I’ll go with my dreams
Shut the lid, close the door
Lock it tight, for...
No one else to ever find
Nothing will I leave behind...
Form:
A smile on her face and a gleam in her eye - From the poem 'Batter up.' by Eve Roper
I can't deny she doesn't know
what will happen, what shall come later
That one day the free-spirited angel we see will vanish
One day her optimism will fade
as she discovers it isn't worth the light of day
Hard work pays off, well certainly
that's what we are told we have to think.
One isn't always so fortunate to never experience
behind the scenes work.
What you see isn't ever the whole truth
only a bleak analysis, a review
The submerged portion of the ice cap is fogged over
The mind is not the face,
happiness is not the grief and distress
The smile begins to fade
the gleam begins to grow dimmer, and dimmer
Her mind grows more aware
and she sheds her first tear.
her good memories disappear into thin air
her conscience roars as it takes over
her walls of sanity come splintering down,
in an earthquake named understanding.