Mind Poems - Poems about Mind

My mind is locked, I feel so low Drowning deep, don't know where to go I search for keys to unlock my brain But thoughts are stuck, driving me insane I wish I could break free from pain But darkness grips, refuses to wane Suicide's not the answer, I know My mind's a mess, feeling lost and slow I see the key, but...

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Lose mind in the scuff that is underfoot, trust soot can be outrun. In dreams' cascade, burdens shun - the art of wild abandon....

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Clutter In Mind Are you free to write? Push the clutter to the side. Literature collected. Writings left behind for the kids. Anthology. Poems published through writings. Rhymes and Synonyms. Clutter the mind. Burdens are heavy. Pen glides across the paper. Write freely. This is your journey. One last poem from your dying breath. One...

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My Heart ~ the pump station of my love, my affection. Like petals of a rose— the fulcrum of my fragrance... attracting kindred souls to my life, like bees and butterflies to a bloom. Rip my heart open— you won’t find anything else but goodness and kindness ~ the fabric that clothes my being. When broken— the pain is sharp and immense, like a twisting knife ripping a soul...

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the soulless ghoul felt not heartbeats, soft rhythm radiating love and light...

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“Come undone to know God and we are one ~ We are as God’s child, His prodigal son” ~ quote by poet We reincarnated a thousand times, but in each life role our soul here assumed, enmeshed in fears, we were deaf to love’s chimes, so...

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She placed her dreams in starshine's bright design where she believed the galaxy would guard them from incidents and accidents that might shard them. She trusted stars to lifelong harmonize love's song. Wearing confident styles, she traversed fickle miles before finding a grand love that would surely thrive. Now, she barely manages life or pajamas without strife. Gone is...

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the meat cave ...be... the tribal den ...of... their unspoken ...oars... len ...

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There’s a monster menagerie inside my mind these beasts are not cute, cuddly, or kind they enjoy torturing my thoughts at night and all day I’ll introduce you and tell you how each one behaves First we have the notorious, "Nadine- NooneLikesYou”, Then “Walter- You’reWorthless” is in my mind too Here is “Rita Repeater” who never lets me forget “Lala” likes words...

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Heart or intellect? Happiness of heart or beatitude of mind? The mind can also bring happiness … Gladness to you Life in the heart or live for the mind? No, live in the mind. Happiness of mind is … The crystal love Thank you Master You're welcome, …from your mind ...

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My heart breaks within deep inside I weep- peace so elusive my mind cannot sleep your face is always on my mind until we meet again I'll croon this sweet ...

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Inspired by The Beatles' song "I want to hold your hand" ....................... A lot still in my mind to say, For you to understand, I pray. See! Close to you I firmly stand, But first, "I want to hold your hand". As I pour out what’s in my mind, Please let our hearts become aligned. Let words flow with joy and with glee. Say it...

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The mind has peaks no Sherpa knows sudden drops where thoughts thin out like oxygen at twenty thousand feet. Avalanche thoughts bury certainty. Your grip tears skin on ice-sharp edges of almost-understanding. Below are the crevasses deep as yesterday's regrets, echoing familiar voices lost in white. Wind cuts through the space between base camp comfort and what waits above the death zone. Frostbite burns circle your fingertips the attempt to hold what altitude has already stolen. Only the fallen know...

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haiku : manifestation process heart whispers symbols mindful make intentions, plans ~ action complete, sleep ____________ hiku he ART w h i s p e R...

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The palace decrepit once a symbol of splendor the guest rooms the dance halls the ceiling paintings what once seemed eternal now gradually falling apart unable to escape a child remains witnessing the end even in haste the palace cannot be rebuilt seated in a chair gazing up at the ceiling the decrepitude of the palace is the palace's concern the child smiles...

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