My Mind Poems - Poems about My Mind

having you on my mind is good clean fun nothing ever matters when you are there i am so glad i listened to God telling me you are the one meeting you has been a true breathe of fresh air i love how you inspired me to change i admire your genuinely sincere belief in me i appreciate you elevating my...

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I would make a museum of my mind Fill these musty halls with all my people Every girl who has walked my corridors To write her piece and paste it on the walls. Every plaque together, a mosaic Of all personas, memories, and thoughts Together an image, reflected back Informative of me, an auto-school. Blowing out the dust of...

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It started when I saw you Those seductive eyes Those luscious lips That pretty little smile... Those tasty looking hips... I wanted to kiss you, I wanted to taste you... I wanted your body on top of mine... I couldn't resist you... The way you talk... The sexy way you walk... Every time you look at me, We would talk and we'd laugh, I'd blush one second... Bite my...

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When there's trouble in my mind. I say, "God please help me at this time!" He knows everything we all go through. Because He created them, me and you! He knows before we do it, we'll be mad. Knows just how to comfort us when we're sad. When my thoughts take over, or I'm ill. I ask Him to help me, because...

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Far above the reaches of my mind A mystery enslaves my thoughts Entitling a Spector Visual Spectrum (SVS) Scoping all enterprises of my mind Enslaving a rainbow arc Captures in visual power Catching the historical recesses Memorable times of speculating Reaches the final the cranium sought Still trying to catch up what's taught My mind settles on the present recycling and referring to the past Imagining what...

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Within every individual's mind resides a poem, casting doubt on the assertion that each person is an island. An internal dialogue permeates, encompassing both positive and negative elements. As I traverse the bustling street, I observe others who may also perceive my presence. Nevertheless, each of them harbors a poem within their innermost thoughts. No matter...

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What is love, really? someone asked, and my mind flew Like a bird through the sky of memories, through valleys of deep silence, Trying to unravel a question like a riddle woven from stars, For often we lament that life is a mist, an endless race, Where time evaporates like morning dew in the sun's rays, But love... it bends...

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(sung in a heavy grunge metal) (spoken in growls>>>) The in’ voices never stop, the in voice make me wanna drop. (growled deep--->>>) THE IN VOICES WON'T STOP, THE IN VOICES MAKE ME WANNA POP!!! (sung in metal --->) My mind is like a cell. The voices roam freely, constantly ringing a bell. My mind is worse than hell,...

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Where do thoughts come from, these uninvited guests that silently creep into my mind like shadows? Do they sneak from corners of my soul I dare not visit, dark and unknown places? They sit in my mind like unwanted visitors, asking questions I cannot answer, rearranging the furniture of my peace, Leaving before I notice what's missing, leaving...

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I saw myself upon a lonely road— Night fell, and cold winds stirred. Like a soldier taking the night watch, I wandered the wild in silence. Fair enough, they say: “You must be a man.” But what of it? Do not heroes fall sometimes? Even lions miss their prey. Yet I am heavy-laden By the thoughts that live in my head. Two voices speak to...

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By-lanes of my mind When I write, its verbose; When I don’t, I am short of words; Write with flair and respect, brevity is a gift; They remind me as my jargon filled words they dissect. All this is internalised, The lips quiver, pen shakes in hands that shiver, Prove it, prove...

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volatile observation suspended amidst reality and fiction, subdued voice echoes down a hallway of convictions; like a despotic fog blurring options for a swarm of insects who eventually finds way to a lizard's grotesque carcass. a feeling, in my gravel ribs, this might be a dead end staring up at the sky, an atheist's hollow vision; air and venom flowing...

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you make me crazy. you make me look at my phone 18 times in 5 minutes to see if you responded to my 263 tiktoks I sent Those same videos convey a secret message One that I pray that you can not decipher you make me crazy in the sense that you make me throw my phone when...

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Weary Is My Mind I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids There lies darkness deep and unending that I fell into once, never again. Baffled and naked, afraid and convinced I was nearing my hearse She runs screaming, yelping...

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Why are we born into this body that begins to die? A question that echos throughout my mind. Sometimes this echo speaks to me in the voice of a child that has never seen the face of evil. In my head I hear the voice whisper softly. Can this life last forever I hear the...

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