Idea Poems - Poems about Idea

Dear Future Generations, The candle did not know whether to snuff herself out Or begin dancing around the cemetery and give a shout She knew she was not going to join her cousin, on walk-about But other than that, she had a vague sense of doubt Who do you think you are? Asked the snippy porcupine. He was still pouting when...

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Take one idea. Make that idea your life. Think of it, Dream of it, Live the idea. Let your brain, Muscles, nerves, Every part of your body Be filled with that idea, Then those ideas put it to action You are on your way to success....

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The thought of losing you has left me insane. The idea of you not being in my life has made me weak. I know distance and time has blocked us, but not at one time have I not thought of you. I love you....

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It bit the back of his throat as he opened the door the nightly cold brisk. So different from the warmth of the bed he had just left Coffee and chocolate Anything else From an interior bedroom beneath her pillow she yelled Chips we need chips Taking a mental note he turned once more into the acceptance of cold The rattle of his...

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It occurs, the brilliant light Pulses once to blight the sight Backflash lit in memory seared Fades to fondest wish endeared...

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This might be a revolting idea a slow-thinking tablemate said. I rolled my eyes at my cousin Rhea and ate some sour dough bread. There has never been an original idea in her fluff-frilly head. Rolling his eyes across the table was her daddy, my Uncle Ed...

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Tell me, my dear, do you have any idea of the pain I felt, when I forced my hand into my chest, breaking my ribcage apart, and tore my heart out, weeping crimson on my bare skin, feeling its trembling pulse as I handed it to you with a smile. I bled myself dry, emptying my life in an...

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Money is un Idea... ideas can be good or bad... Ideas change, expire and even die... The Dollar idea is not eternal nor absolute... Absolutism may...

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The day you left parts of me died. Go ahead and call me dramatic Yes, i have thought about everything bad and that it was a good thing. Yet I still long for the good memories we once shared The plastic positivity that I once believed was real. I suppose I miss the person I was too. The person...

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There isn't only ever one of someone like me, And indeed someone like you, With an inherent awareness of spiritual Freedom, There will be and there are millions of untapped potential qualities in those that love to always read on.., Those that yet don't find and are somehow never satisfied; With any dumbed down or simple...

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how should i define? define the idea of you my nerves are pranking me to believe, "it will be same as someone before you" for once i want to dream, i want to believe, "your love will be grand as seas" i leave this letter on your door with a painting of you from my mind you will never absquatulate me your beaming smile will forever...

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Last night, I stood at the edge, wondering about the results if I succumbed. The gain, the loss, the paths that crossed. The idea of death, and the journey ahead— all stood, stood with me at the edge. But then, it struck me again. Every night, I...

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I have no idea why I am not a man I have always wanted to be one The boys could yell out answers in class I got slammed to the floor for yelling them out I despise things women are supposed to like. Cleaning, cooking, dusting, moping, vacuuming I will not do them; they are redundant and boring I have no idea...

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You can kill a people But can never kill an idea From embers of the fallen, a new hope shall ascend And a thousand times if it must. ...

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It is a relief to hear you speak... Knowing my feelings got ahead of me, Seeing now the differences in our mentality, Breaking free to see reality, I ask myself was it a mistake to care so intensely, But then again sometimes God uses our hearts and prayers of empathy, To feel for someone else yet also for our own clarity, No...

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