My Mind Poems - Poems about My Mind

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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Written December 19, 2024 Constantly find myself looking for a thrill Another day another week another year but still I might as well be right back where it all began Still looking in the stands for my biggest fan Nothing compares to the fever dream Yet I think I might be running out of steam At times I dream of the corner...

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The simple truth floats like a cloud of mist in my mind and yours, you don't know how to do this, and your silence sings of ignorance, and you can't do many other useful things, for they are like stars too far away, it's the fault of the way you were raised, a thread of destiny in the...

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Under the summer sky, in the simmering golden sun, my mind dances among the stars, Where memories melt into plays of light, dreams, and burning longings, On beaches where sand is a golden carpet, and the sea sings its eternal song, I can still feel the waves touching my feet, telling tales of unforgettable times. The salty air is...

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There are days the sun drags itself across the sky like a wounded thing, and I follow behind it, meek as a shadow no one asked for. My feet walk the same road to the mailbox, rocky and too long, and still I walk it. Beside me, the hemlock grows. Tall and soft, almost beautiful. It does not beckon. It does not need...

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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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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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