Best Thinker Poems
A man sitting on a toilet seat giving strength to his belly,
though resting his chin on his hand imitating the thinker
who is sitting in front of the gate of hell with deep thoughts,
naked on the bottom-half because he couldn't get completely naked
like the thinker, excretes waste from his body.
Although the waste excreted from his body can be flushed out
it may alleviate him for a while, the belly still is a bit uneasy
from the accumulated evil thoughts he kept in his body for years,
won't be able to flush out.
That's why the toilet seat starts to crack,
and because overly abusing the lower body
the pain creeps up from the bottom of the pit,
and that would be the entrance to the little hell.
If you see it from another angle, you can say that
the water from the toilet is the water of Lethe, which
will merge into Elysium, and therefore it may be Utopia;
then why squat down on the toilet seat troubled.
It's rather interesting to watch life,
since he is unable to filter the root of the larger hell
that is lurking somewhere in his body, though,
he fell into own dodge, condemning the lower belly,
unable to leave the toilet.
You are a weary wanderer going after a soul that drifted away;
you are a befogged soul facing hell but turning away from it,
and anchored the weight of your mind to the hell that is
on the other side of the world, sniffing a nauseous smell of sulfur
bubbling up from the bottom of the deep sea.
You are a wounded charger dashing aimlessly through the midst
of the smoke of battle and the rain of bullets, therefore, though
you have a mane you are unable to rise or call the wind, yet carrying
a self-conceited pedant who favors the use of unfamiliar words and
invents odd phrases to show-off on your back.
Why don't you, instead of pacing in hell,
swallow a handful of powder to help loosen the bowels excrete
the layer after layers of evil thoughts and the heaps of wastes
accumulated in the body for decades.
Categories:
thinker, life, metaphor, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Koala the Australian version of. “The Thinker”, sits high.
Ponders the spicy tang of his next meal then, he’ll sleep for hours.
People gawk at him, as he munches eucalyptus.
Categories:
thinker, animal, nature, poems, poetry,
Form:
Sijo
There was an eligible undertaker
Who married a trouble-maker.
She gave him such grief
He desperately sought relief.
So he forthwith did under take her.
Categories:
thinker, humor,
Form:
Limerick
“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!”
? Dr. Seuss
I think up and I think down
many times I think around
thinking in and thinking out
thinking what I thought about
thinking fast, then thinking slow
thinking only what God knows
thinking once or thinking twice
thinking what is bad or nice
But,I think BIG and never small
and sometimes think
I don't think at all
For the contest
by Jerry T Curtis (AKA DR. Moose)
August 7, 2015
Categories:
thinker, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Tired, staggering, falling,
walking, crawling, creeping, moving ahead
- overwhelming obduracy
Categories:
thinker, faith, hope, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Haiku
A thought swirls
lingers, then vanishes.
As a transient sashay,
*fleet yet enthralling.
A manic pen
ravages innocent white
in beautifully futile effort
to eulogize her passing.
Salient words,
scarcely whispered,
drown in a cacophony
of propaganda anthems.
Unready to part,
desperate fists clench,
holding fast to nothing
but a bitter yearning for truth.
Which might change it all.
09/30/15
*used unconventionally to convey the idea of something that appears and disappears very quickly...
-A musing on reality.
Categories:
thinker, write, writing,
Form:
Free verse
If I shave with Occam’s razor
I will only grow a gross beard;
And all my scientific friends
Will think that I am truly weird.
If I want a small feline pet,
Should I adopt Schrodinger’s cat?
Will its fur be real, soft, and smooth;
Or will I only think it so?
If life, Darwin wrote, rose random,
And that is how I came to be,
If I sought to recreate me
Would I find that I had no chance?
If I find Yogi’s fork, in road,
And take it to get dirty rice
Would I find a place so busy
Nobody goes there anymore?
If I saw a Mobius strip
At a past midnight burlesque show
I’d see each curve, inside and out
‘Til my dazed mind went off the edge.
If I race up Max Escher’s stairs,
On his twisted angular trail,
In search of Babel’s pinnacle,
Will I ever reach his roof top?
If I muse, did Thinker find love
In the Venus de Milo’s arms
Before Rodin cast his great mind
Into a nude body of bronze?
Categories:
thinker, allusion, art, crazy, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
She saw her son out sitting on the swing,
not even swinging, simply doing nothing.
“Whatcha doin’, son? Without blinkin’
he said (like he always did), “Just thinkin’.”
Her son (with cell phone) held a glass of ice.
He had not even turned on the device.
“Whatcha doin’, son?” He just sat clinkin’
his glass of ice and answered her, “just thinkin’.”
She gave a birthday party for her son.
He sat alone and would talk to no one.
“Whatcha doin’, son?” He just kept shrinkin’
like a violet, and said, “Just thinkin’.”
Her son was at the table with a book
at which he did not even take a look.
“Whatcha doin’, son?” she asked (heart sinkin’)
Of course he answered her, “just thinkin’.”
The mother had enough, so on a whim
some paper and a pen she gave to him.
“Son, write down what you’re thinkin’ for me, please.”
Her son began to write with greatest ease.
He wrote and wrote and wrote.
Thoughts from his brain flowed to his hand.
What ponderings! What stories!
What inventions he then planned!
“You’re brilliant, Son,
but what of all the other things you never told me?”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” he piped up.
“I have a photographic memory.”
Jan. 3, 2021
for the Just Thinkin'....... Poetry Contest of John Lawless
Categories:
thinker, boy,
Form:
Rhyme
Positive thinker is to be knowledge of words to use like attitude to see as the weather is calm and rainy like the sky is cloudy and damp like you should put on a lamp and you need a ramp always and forever till the end of time
Categories:
thinker, adventure, america, art, beautiful,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Rodin's Thinker thinks unthinkable thoughts
Ponderous, pensive and profound perhaps
But can he move his butt and
DO SOMETHING?
I guess not.
Forever damned to sit and
think through unactionable useless thoughts
of impotence - stone-frozen forever!
Categories:
thinker, art, conflict, humor, irony,
Form:
Blank verse
a perfect world, those words get so swirled
is it all perspective, or just selective rivers
do i dare deliver such a crazy prayer
as the mayor steeps, the angles creep
conscious yet asleep, fishing in our ocean
wishing for our promotion for a new way to recieve speech
some say naive yet our provenance from stars is belief
sometimes it can be hard to say, what feels my way
maybe i lack the confidence, to portray today
but if our rhymes could touch the soul
we'ed all be singing on grassy knolls
until then this tinker must remain a free thinker
enjoying every grain, unraveling every chain
Categories:
thinker, adventure, blessing, change, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Today I started Bellmouth High
Finally growing up I thought with a sigh
First days are always full of stressful nerves
Who grew taller who got curves
This year was no exception to the rule
We weren't babies anymore this was high school.
Everyone gathered in the auditorium as the rising freshman were due to speak
Just as quiet came over the mob I felt it start to leak.
Sweating bullets as the bubble took hold
One silently had already leaked out truth be told.
Each freshman took a turn
Two in front of me that's when it decided to burn.
No time now so had to just bear it
TElling myself to put on the brakes cause I was sure to ****.
My turn I walk all penquin like holding back so my problem wouldn't be known
The counselor came from the back and just as she passed by with the microphone
She paused behind me and said go ahead and start
And as if on cue my body let out the most embarrassing fart.
Now if that wasnt enough for my name to smear
It was when it went thru the speakers for everyone to hear.
Then as silence still ruled the moment
The boy right behind me said "eww" can you imagine my torment.
So from that day forward instead of being the Thinker
They call me the Stinker..
Categories:
thinker, anti bullying, emotions, funny,
Form:
Prose
Thinking
o o
u f
t ..
the Box => Hmm!
Categories:
thinker, inspiration,
Form:
Concrete
What does it mean
To be brave?
I ask myself this as I cascade
Coffee, pour the coffee
Overloading vacant round things
With handles that are supposed to make it easier
Make it so much more easier.. Then it seems
Supposedly
Burning tabletops with the scorching ferocity
Of eyes denied, deny, denied
of wisdom, unlocked
Held in each definite drop
Itsrighthereinfrontofmyface déjà vu
Knowing but unwilling to stop it
Gushing valor into a cup
Bravery
Does it mean to face enemies in darkened doorways?
Elements of surprise, tears in eyes, rapture of the hypnotized
Knifes in the back, trap door of the
Mind, spellbound between useless murmurs and
Unkempt promises of Senators
We no longer have Heroes
But villains dressed in capes and leggings with over drama
Tic
Twitches of false advertisement and guzzled gas prices
No, no, damnit
Keep pouring the damn coffee
Bravery
Does it mean, definition, what does it mean?
Exactly, tell me, really…
While you trace lines and scheme scatter plots
and talk like you know
What your talking about
Bossing me around like,
Pour the coffee, please, Mami
Bossing me around like
Stop, pushing, me, around
Being an idiot and risking it all for a spotlight
15 minutes, in light, in a spot
For what? Show off
I give bad advice, don’t listen
Stop listening, to salvation
I keep contemplating things that really have no meaning
Because nobody is
Brave, now-a-days
Bravery is knowingly stepping up to something that cannot be
Avoided, like a typhoon of endangerment without running
From the consequence
And knowing when to stop
Rushing excuses into Mugs
Categories:
thinker, confusion, introspection, philosophy, me,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
I sat meditating on a frozen rock
that my butt was cold, was my only thought.
Categories:
thinker, life,
Form:
Epigram