No Idea Poems - Poems about No Idea

Big Idea

Do we act a bit like those who have feigned amnesia
Who’s a stranger to their self, in a wider sense
Who have got subliminal mental anesthesia
Living in a fragile shell of the self defense?
If it’s true, all I’ve relinquished better be not known
Though sometimes it does occur without any cause
Makes me wonder why the path should

IDEA 101

Thought
Desire
Discovery
Passion and create
Construct through craft
Mind Test
Fulfill
Will
Ambition
Precision
Approach
Results
Proven
Ability
Established
Dialog
Concept
Idea

A Mountain’s Idea of Love

A mountain sits
And a river flows
A mountain suffers her tears
And the infiltration of life

Wildflowers necklace it
As the goats dance up and down its rocky parts.
It can wiggle off snow as well as a buffalo a gnat
Knowing it will be better for the snow to leave for awhile and come back when it has changed from

An intellectual dresses a simple idea in the cloak of heavy and elaborate words

An intellectual dresses a simple idea in the cloak of heavy and elaborate words,
Building castles from long, intricate sentences that rise toward the sky,
While the poet, with eyes deepened in the mystery of the world, opens doors to truth,
He takes the complexity of life and transforms it into a song of wind and light,
Love becomes

Idea of You But Not Face

my face in the ground
and a collar across my neck
i tried to stand up, little by little
but i fell on my knees again

from crying on the thought of you
to struggling for breathe over and over
my face buried in the cold sand
i can't recall your dreamy face

it still happens now and then
but i tell my heart

Anaphora

Couple coding : she combined the two first names to
create one name. Fans of this character often loved
 these two people.
While their characters were hot: they would often
 tour signing autographs,
making a lot of money selling merchandise and
 meeting there fans.Key frames in animation often
 bridge the gap: between keyframes. It's a term called
inbetweens. The

The Candle Had No idea of her Allure

Dear Future Generations,

The candle did not know whether to snuff herself out
Or begin dancing around the cemetery and give a shout
She knew she was not going to join her cousin, on walk-about
But other than that, she had a vague sense of doubt

Who do you think you are? Asked the snippy porcupine.
He was still pouting when

An Idea To Live By

Take one idea.
Make that idea your life.
Think of it,
Dream of it, 
Live the idea.
Let your brain, 
Muscles, nerves, 
Every part of your body 
Be filled with that idea, 
Then those ideas put it to action
You are on your way to success.

Songs of Wababu

The thought of losing you has left me insane.
The idea of you not being in my life has made me weak.
I know distance and time has blocked us,
but not at one time have I not thought of you.

          I love you.

I have this one idea

It bit the back of his throat as he opened the door the nightly cold brisk.
So different from the warmth of the bed he had just left

Coffee and chocolate
Anything else

From an interior bedroom
beneath her pillow she yelled

Chips we need chips

Taking a mental note he turned once more into the acceptance of cold

The rattle of his

Flash

It occurs, the brilliant light
Pulses once to blight the sight
Backflash lit in memory seared
Fades to fondest wish endeared

Rhea has never had an original idea

This might be a revolting idea a slow-thinking tablemate said.
I rolled my eyes at my cousin Rhea and ate some sour dough bread.
There has never been an original idea in her fluff-frilly head.
Rolling his eyes across the table was her daddy, my Uncle Ed

Tell me, my dear, do you have any idea of the pain I felt

Tell me, my dear, do you have any idea of the pain I felt,
when I forced my hand into my chest, breaking my ribcage apart,
and tore my heart out, weeping crimson on my bare skin,
feeling its trembling pulse as I handed it to you with a smile.
I bled myself dry, emptying my life in an

MONEY IDEA

       

    Money is un Idea...
    ideas can be good or bad...
    Ideas change, expire
    and even die...

    The Dollar idea is not eternal
    nor absolute...
    Absolutism may

Longing The Idea Of You

The day you left parts of me died.
Go ahead and call me dramatic
Yes, i have thought about everything bad and that it was a good thing.
Yet I still long for the good memories we once shared
The plastic positivity  that I once believed was real.

I suppose I miss the person I was too. 
The person

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