Brainstorm Poems - Poems about Brainstorm

Brainstorm faith’s open palms vigilant in drought sunburns brighter, moonshines boozy grinning Rainstorm rustling the leaves slurry stirred by lightning overindulging town prayers applause ...

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A baton A stick A kid A wish A magic wand A swish swish swish A batonkid Hanging on the street And in the yard Life is sweet...

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Hi. One word Two letters And a universal introduction, Hi, Who knew such a simple word In the world’s dictionary Could be so, Hard To actually Speak out loud, Hi Hola Bonjour Konnichiwa Ni hao I could probably List 20 different ways To say hi, It doesn’t matter What language the word is in Because, it is still the worlds Most simple collection of letters But, At the same time So fricken hard to...

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Poets like word play new, departing from conventional structural norm, in Minichu. Syllable makes unique experimental form, rhyme shakes. Type’s flair incites brainstorm, rare. Poets like word play new, unique experimental form, rare. October 25, 2020 Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com Contest : Let's Minichu On Writing Or Not Writing A Minchu Sponsor : Mohan Chutani...

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Her mind was tainted by loss. Wounded beyond mending; unable to be restored- too flawed to be strengthened. Her intellect was imperfect. Blemished by the pain she endured in her youth which ...

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In my dream, I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and then... here was what I beheld: There they huddle together seeking for peace in their brainstorming session as agonizing creatures of the night tortured with self-inflicted guilt... "I am a mother beseeching for counsel for my daughter diagnosed with bi-polar mood disorder; in good times, she declares that she’s the...

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Bit by bit I try… to seek help – But without any. My mind, already broken… it’s falling apart. To you, I’m silent… but I’m screaming inside, Seeking help… for my storming mind. I’ve lost my senses, I know… And that I haven’t any control Over my own thoughts and likes, For my mind paints pictures which I don’t understand. And...

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How little we know How much we believe truth ever changing in our mind as new information arrives...and yet minds can turn away from truths emotion's hands are easy to follow and sow doubt to cloud truths we cling to our comfortable worlds of human folly not understanding reality is always changing life is always growing older death is inevitable and brains are used more...

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" . . . madness . . . retain, Which rightly should possess a poet's brain." Michael Drayton (1563-1631) a writer of poems must be quite mind fractured- we brainstorm the abyss of our thoughts ...

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I can see the stormy cyclone in your eyes as your stare helplessly lost inside your mind reeling in a flood of confusion. Desperation rises in your voice as you rapidly express disjointed thoughts and fantasies. You wander inside a mirrored maze of distortion frantically searching for an escape groping for a sensible thought some semblance of reality. I can...

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Inside my brain resides A deadly combination Of my mother's maniacal heritage And my father's drunken rages. A perfect storm, if you will, Leaving behind dreams Destroyed by doubt And hopes undone by fear. Leaving darkness and chaos, Echoes of what was Or what could have been. Broken bones scattered In the recesses Blown by winds of despair; The worst of nature and nurture. Yet a small flame still burns Ever...

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I want my anger In the dark of the night it protects Nourishes Provides It is useful It keeps me wary Ripe Watchful Without it I will crumble And be reduced to smallness softness sadness I need my anger It makes me a woman Feral Untamed Fierce Anger faces unflinching what Would reduce me to a girl innocent vulnerable invisible And isn't that what he...

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BRAINSTORM Quiet brain quite norm hit by groaning gust bursting in cyclonic storm of betrayal and lies. Me diffused confused shattered battered in whirl pool of vortex of agony...

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Being strong is his only option Satisfaction is not always the fulfillment of what you want when you gets stuck in an unwanted situation Witch hunting and lynsjing He loses control and it makes him desperate The bitterness has taken over, as a development of a toxic virus Bile from the stomach leaves a bitter taste on the tongue His defense mechanisms...

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From an insufferable, unceasing rain of disappointment, I try to hide my scars under the cloak of a smile. Alas, this master of disguise, fools but one. My dreams are like a reverent prayer that's lost its relevance to love. Shrouded in ominous clouds of deception, I am a refugee of doubt with no joy in reality. I wade through poems that...

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