Best Ideas Poems
Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
friend
acquaintance
neighbor
co-worker
boss
president
king
queen
TV set
I-pad
I-phone
I-pod
kangaroo
chicken
donkey
toilet paper
monopoly
dictionary
thesaurus
computer
outside
inside
dog
cat
dresser
drum set
sibling
diary
father
mother
siblings
dragon
butterfly
unicorn
dawn
sky
stars
cosmos
moon
nemesis
goldfish
talent
team
plate
fork
spoon
blanket
bed
sun
moon
stars
spiders web
wasp
bathroom
kitchen
holiday
cousins
grandma
grandpa
car
truck
broom
dustpan
plane
bedroom
child
grand child
brain
imagination
love
life
ufo
or
space aliens
Ideas Trapped By An Inactive Mind
Your mind is hidden in darkness
Thoughts trapped in deep crevasses
Their screams echoes through deathly shadows
Attacked and strangled at their every move
The struggle against invisible shackles
Drawing blood as they fight their captor
Demons search for ideas ripping them apart
Stripped skin strewn across an evil world
A world created from depression and mania
Leaving the ideas disemboweled in the frenzied heat
Blood, skin and guts boil under the demon’s breath
Screams of torture and pain fill the void left by random thoughts
Still alive they choke on the stale sulfuric air
Waiting to die while hoping to be saved
A quick mind lights the darkness
Giving new life to near dead ideas
The strongest fight while the weakest wither and die
The rise through the darkness
Rising into the light they look back
They see the lost ideas dying beneath them
They care about what was lost
What ideas will never see the light of day
And they grieve as they come to light
And they will be told and retold
For that is what ideas are meant to be
Shared by the entire world not killed
Murdered by an inactive mind
Brought my daughter to physical therapy appointment
She is filling out three long pages of paper work – front and back
I am listening to other people’s conversations
Learning about strangers keeps me in writing material
My ears are as high as an alert rabbit as I listen to others
I keep my head down, pretending I am not writing down their words.
Well what should I write about tonight?
Should I write about what I did today?
Should I write about my shoelaces?
Should I write about doing laundry?
Or Should I write about what I'd like for breakfast tomorrow?
Maybe I should ramble about how the school day went.
Maybe I should complain about my room being dirty.
Maybe I should name off the food in my kitchen.
Or Maybe I should just talk about my hair.
I wanna talk about what I'm learning on guitar.
I wanna speak out about my inner issues.
I wanna yell a crazy rant.
I just wanna blow off some steam.
I wish I could take a bath with a girl right now.
I wish I would've finished my homework.
I wish I could shoot ice from my finger tips
I just wish I had some soda to quench my thirst.
There are so many things I could say right now!
But I just can't seem to decide.
I'd probably get some pretty weird looks
If I told you what's all bottled up inside.
I'm everywhere and nowhere in my head
Ideas and thoughts bouncing left and right.
Too bad I can't seem to think of anything.
I was really wanting to get some feelings out tonight.
Do I need to shave in the morning?
Should I go to the music store after school?
Why didn't I grab matching socks?
What does the weekend have in store?
I wish I had something to write about.
Any Ideas?
Eh, I'll think of something tomorrow night.
I wander through its corridors
And up its winding stairs
I enter cobwebbed rooms
And find the yesteryears
I wander through its seasons
And find my autumn there
The leaves are falling slowly
Yet there is no time to spare
I wander through its canyon
And find a river running deep
There is no time to linger
The subconscious never sleeps
I wander through its pathways
A never ending maze
Ideas seem to spring forth
Imagination has its ways!
1-3-2022
young of course
but strong
homeless sometimes
resilient always
she came to us on a Tuesday
walked up the hill carrying an old suitcase
full of her plays and poems
her ideas were magical.
they came at all kinds of times
while she was sleeping, vacuuming,
taking care of the children.
She was the most prolific writer
we had ever never known.
You could not get close to her
for her mystical ideas were foreign
and did not it into other’s schemata
but that did not prevent us from
being captivated or from loving her.
I throw down poems onto a page, and look at them fondly.
Some glare at me, others take a swift bite out of my neck.
Trying for attention.
I know it is not personal, so I let it slide.
Enthusiastic poetry always starts out with the words
“dancing and prancing” which is tedious now, but Trixie is stuck there.
Do I retire her? Fire her? Inspire her? Aspire to guide her gently?
It is a quandary.
Rhymes I love, but they take a bit more work, for I
am compulsive enough to want each line to have exactly
the same amount of syllables. Often an impossible feat.
And yet, here I am, throwing tally marks all over my paper.
Someone asked me how I come up with ideas.
They land in my lap, on my shoulders, they hit me in the petootsie.
When I least expect it some of my most unlikeable co-workers
will run in to confide something, and voila. An idea is born.
I have an affinity toward making fun of co-workers
silently, stealthily, behind their backs.
Or in front of their faces.
It matters not a whit.
They never see
themselves.
I reached up into my mind
but she skidded away
she was flirty and flighty with me
what can I say?
Another elusive thought came by
She was lost before I could even try
Three great writing prompts escaped me in the last minute or two.
Do your ideas often do this to you?
Einstein imagined chasing a beam of light
It was while walking through Bern he got that insight
Thinking in images in that beautiful place.
He pursued paradoxes and entwined time and space.
Niels Bohr paused a walk to draw circles with his cane
He muttered about quantum jumps but he wasn't insane.
In one walk he realized levels must be discrete:
Orbits quantize, then he continued down the street.
Barbara McClintock walked through fields of corn
She looked at the kernels and an idea was born.
She saw the pattern of a jumping gene:
Many walk in cornfields and miss what she had seen.
Feynman walked one night and got a new notion
that electrons travel in a strange kind of motion.
He imagined each particle trying every route:
and Quantum Mechanics took a reboot.
Alan Turing walked across meadows under a Cambridge sun
sometimes he'd walk sometimes he'd run.
He came up with the Universal Turing Machine:
It could compute any code a programmer could dream.
Michael Faraday walked by the Thames in a rhythmic pace.
He realized forces act in fields spanning space
River ripples looked to him like lines of force
Others walk by rivers without insights of course.
To Helmholz certainty came like a physical blow:
He realized energy can't be lost wherever it might go
he was walking in the Tiergarten in Berlin
a good place for ideas to flow from within.
Mandelbrot walked by clouds and trees
On the coast of Massachusetts he felt the sea breeze.
Saw fractal patterns at every scale
I've walked on coasts; my mind stays stale.
it seems that for some a walk brings insight
Like emerging from a tunnel and viewing the light.
Like a broad field of view that starts you to think
A falling into place where concepts link.
It can be in science, it can be a song
So go on a walk bring the fragments along.
It is grand that new worlds arise:
When you walk away from your desk under blue skies.
You're so beautiful
I love your brown eyes and how easy it is to lose myself in them
I love your dark brown hair dangling just to your neck
Your smile bright and wide
And how you squint when you smile big enough
I love the passion in your eyes when you explain something to me
And the excitement in your voice
I could listen for days
I don't know what'll happen for the next two months
I'll be lost
I'll have much less to write about
I hope you don't leave my mind
Because you've been there constantly,
I don't know what would fill the space you occupy if you left
Lucky for me I don't think you will leave
There will always be something that reminds me of you
I don't doubt that
I'll look for things I think you'd find funny
Or weird
Or interesting
Just to have a reason to talk to you
Just so I can have something somewhat meaningful to share with you
Something to keep the conversation going
You've become all I write about
And I don't want to run out of ideas.
BIG IDEAS
UNG!!!! Fire was the big idea
Flaming Woolly Mammoth on a hot stick
OHH!! The wheel was the big idea
Woolly Mammoth are heavy
Caves were the big idea
Condos of cohabitation.
Cave Drawings were the big idea
Decorative stories
Road Trips were the big idea
Keep moving with the food
Evolution was the big idea
Creatively adapt to change
Music was the big idea
Drums and whistles and chants
Dance was the big idea
Moving in the fire’s glow
Words were the big idea
The poetry of survival
Texting was the big idea
Messages scratched on a wall
Moving out was the big idea
UNG!!! Take fire with you
John G. Lawless
5/17/2015
SUBMITTED TO – WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Lyric Man
SUCH BIG IDEAS
White man lies.
He is just a crack among the flies.
He is not blowing any minds.
He must know that the lives he contradicts despise him.
His stance is he is walking for a cause.
He states that it is illegal to discriminate against White folks.
He expresses that White people conceived the country they reside within.
Therefore, all others are here as a privilege.
White man lies.
He is a crease cracked amidst the blow flies.
He has contradicted lives to stay minds.
His setting is social injustice.
His conflict is those who desire social justice.
Affirmed now is his actions of racism and profiling.
White man, from me to you, your cause is to destroy.
If not, why do you negate any life strong?
When law is not applied, this hurts all.
Evidently, you do not understand that structure is formed.
Your belief is that you can just ignore the truth told.
Thus, never to reform the rights that has been removed.
White man, white man, white man wake-up!
You do not own the world and the world you live in is moving on toward your downfall.
That is the reality of what has been done.
Such big ideas were not ever to be.
The United States of America represents diversity.
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Written 5/16/2016!
"Laughter the best medicine" it's said
A humorous poem was displayed
"Love is in the air" so 'tis said
A romantic poem captivated feelings
" Lies, lies, lies" is all that's said
The political poem expressed those wrongs
"The death toll reaches 5,000 in Nepal"
A poet views the scenes appalled
Laughter, romance, political unrest
News, views, stars, clearly expressed
A poet wears many hats
Ideas, ideals, keep flowing out
Written: May 27, 2015
Let politicians claim virtue,
and abandon honest men.
Let the poor inherit promises,
and be comfortable servants.
Let the famous enjoy advantage,
and carry no favors in heaven.
Let physicians prescribe hope,
and a worthy price be paid.
Let education forge solutions,
and notorious liars lose favor.
Let simple humanity be rewarded,
and tyranny reap the sorrow of death.
What Lies Within
“What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we are free within?”
Ideas, like the ocean, there’s no end in sight
Yet shared among peers may bring panic, no light.
Our hearts, how they dance to such symphonic sounds
Our bodies rejected and kept within bounds.
Yearning to scatter our innermost thoughts
Restrained by the chains of a world never sought.
Can we escape this unchosen venue?
Perhaps empathy might change our world’s view…
Submission for: The Matrix Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Date Written: 04-06-22