Minds Poems - Poems about Minds

Too many tiny minds telling others what to do the sighted led by the blind even tho' they can't do it too curtailing all creativity restraining imagination destroying individuality those who can don't need advising those who can't should stop supervising let me make my own mistakes it's the only way I'll know what it takes to get where I need to be so put the key...

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It’s hard to change conservative minds ~ which is why conservative women are hard to find ...

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So the song thrush sings his tunes to the darkening sky. Is it to give thanks to some bird god or just for you and I? As we watch the evening’s dying light and say goodbye to another day lost in time. We sleep to give rest to our maddening minds. Then wake to insanely rush through the...

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All the colours have faded Leaving me to feel so jaded Everyone appears so fake No joy for the soul to slake I wonder here and there Hoping to find something fair A laugh or smile, not a smirk To lift the darkness that lurks All the colours are faded Even you have become jaded We no longer see the rainbow Instead we watch from a...

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Love for your body food for your well being ...

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2025.04.28 It takes two to tango. It is very true, if you believe otherwise, You are naive and a simple minded soul. It applied to all the keeping promises too. I made so many on my own will, Devotedly to someone I loved, adored or idolatry Ended up breaking my promises frivolously and painfully. That was because I wanted the very best, Of the...

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We love with broken hearts and minds. Parading around with weak souls. My heart shines with eagerness of brighter days....

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The van rolled in, a rugged sight, Across the screen in fading light. Four figures bold, a mismatched crew, With skills unique and spirits true. Hannibal Smith, the master mind, A plan was hatched you'd surely find. A cigar chewed, a knowing grin, "I love it when a plan comes in!" B.A. Baracus strong and gruff, "I ain't gettin' on no plane, enough!" His Mohawk...

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Who can know and thus foretell the imaginary line Twixt everlasting doubt and certainty sublime Once declined counts twice betrayed where constant pressure parts The ties that bind us each to all from one to many hearts Passions presence aching seek the solace of the grave Heavens hand forbade ere reasons' eulogy forgave Within the vein of separate mind where war...

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Could discontentment be a vice? To be a farmer would suffice - yet, born upon this earthly sphere, a boy in County Lincolnshire was left by farming, cold as ice. Not content to sow and harvest grain, He sought to understand and explain, inventing calculus he showed how nature's secrets he'd decode with his unsated, searching brain. As Newton revealed the...

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she whispers to the bluebird early every afternoon whispers in its ear and it listens as if it understands she dreams of peace and they talk for hours probably devising machinations to make this world a better place AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 12, 2025...

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LSD is the passageway threw reality. Non experienced shall be denied the eye opening Truth of society, such a fatality. Life threw LSD's eyes isn't the lies you may see in Disguise. Lucy is a beauty, Through our eyes you the reader need help to recognize; will always find yourself looking towards the skies, After you then realize. Watch Lucy through me, never know what they...

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1 Hearts cultivate love, Minds tend to cultivate war; War fruits are bitter:- Let hearts cultivate sweetness, Producing ripe fruits of peace:- 2 While you’re sitting there with mind and heart, And thinking just what it is you need to do, Let you mind freely...

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Have you ever wondered what poets hide in their minds, where universes of words and unspoken dreams lie? Look closely, but carefully, lest you become the beast that slowly, slowly splits their skull of fallen stars. Poets are not made of salt, but of the dust of fallen stars, easy to break, impossible to fully decipher, and now, open their minds...

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Poems would be simple if our minds weren't filled with the noise of the day, But their art lies in moving beyond the tumult, to a realm where silences sing, Where deep rhythms connect us to the stars and the tides that embrace us with longing, My dream is an art so transparent that you can look through...

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