Mind. Poems - Poems about Mind.

In chambers of the mind, we store each day, Each lesson wrapped in wonder, fear, or joy. What matters most will never fade away. The smell of chalk, the light at morning's ray, First bicycle, first book, beloved toy In chambers of the mind, we store each day. Not facts alone, but how they came to stay: The teacher's smile, the moment...

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My mind simmers— a volcano, waiting. Maybe it erupts, maybe it just holds, a silent threat behind every blink. It takes everything— to stay still, to not burst when no one else feels the fire licking the edge of my thoughts. Decisions burn before they’re made— Is it right? Am I right? Will this moment become another mess to clean alone? Life spills like paint no one asked for— a blur of colors no one...

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Words Not For The Faint Of Heart Commemoration for those gone before Affectation of all you continue to adore Altercation at the start of a burgeoning world war Annihilation of the injured, innocent and poor Commensurate collusion of the parliamentary debate Irreverent confusion at the celebration of the state Degenerate delusion as they refuse to integrate...

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Like a dust that has been blown away If I only had the chance to really say But I can only stand on the dock of a bay Within this soul there is a empty world inside With no one near or anybody far Not even a single wound or a mere scar No love, hate or pride Just a place where...

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Expectations brings about self deprecations, sometimes I wonder if the thoughts running through my head are my own or somebody else’s? The world lives in constant turmoil, waves crashing, tides swerving in and out from open- ended beaches, abysmal delays of the lighthouse directory, guided by supplemental shocks of lightening rays trajectory. I stand firmly in front of the baseless sandcastle, a fragile foundation of past voices from lurking shadows who slowly...

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In shadows deep where chaos grips my heart, A whispered cry is heard from the darkened cells A child once laughing beneath a sunlit sky, Now lost in the darkness of despair. Fear crawls like a serpent in the night, its scales revealing the demons I bear I drown in thoughts that bind me to...

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Guess I'm soul searching she's on my mind with a heart that is hurting must have been blind I wander these streets where we walked together but places we'd meet are now stranger than ever I think of those days gone by and can't help but wonder why I'm tossing and turning time on my hands with a heart that is burning...

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Throbbing, concave marks adorn my skin—records of your hunger, sated only by the meat of my body. Though the pain is sweet—craved, fulfilling—and my blood rushes to provide you with drink, my head—detached, neglected—wanders. Tell me, if the flesh fell away like tender rib meat off of the bone— would you still ache to sink your teeth into the me that remained?...

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Her mind was beautiful Like wires At the back of those old TVs A riot of colors, ideas criss-crossing Bouncing off one another, melting, melding Beautiful like a rainbow. There was no straight connection To the relay of things, she said. And her face, her face! Varied more constantly than weather patterns Depending on what channel she was on What high! But it was her mind That...

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eyes closed child conjuring her unicorn AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Saw you just a week ago Couldn’t bring myself to say hello Still, you’re on my mind I can’t forget the way you looked Hair light brown and eyes of blue Never even spoke with you You still linger on my mind I may not be in love with you But someday I sure hope...

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Flickering lights cast shadows on the crowd, Each chasing hopes that slip through their hands. Trains whistle past in endless circles, Rushing toward visions that never stay. I stand beneath a single blinking light, Waiting quietly as the crowd fades away. No need to follow fading tracks, No rush to catch a train that disappears. The platform empties, footsteps soften, Only my shadow remains,...

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(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil) In A World of Our Own Making Everywhere I look I see what I see Through a lens of my own making A composite fly-eye’s view Of everything I have ever seen, Heard, touched, felt and known A world of my own making in constant flux. Everything is thus a filtered projection To a kaleidoscopic mind And...

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