Short Train Of Thought Poems
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Stare into my eyes and make me lose my train of thought.
Kiss my lips good night with all the passion that you've got.
-pj
Virginity
loss for words
sanity
loss of bladder control (during pregnancy)
my mind
train of thought
money
and
love
Poetry,
Only certain People understand
it,
Either you get it or you don't,
There is no in between stage,
Reality creates the confusion,
You decide the train of thought.
“train of thought"
my morning alarm
takes shape in
the form
of the Am
trak 3:
15
whistle
whistling in
the distance but
set on
snooze now
it’s the four : fifteen
There once was a fellow of Beccles abode
Who tackled a crossword wherever he rode.
But fully absorbed and in deep concentration
The poor chap would rarely alight at his station!
22.05.20
I ride the train of thought through the cosmos and the heavens
I ride it through the milky pastors where night and day lasts forever
I ride it all the way to the end of the line
I ride it all the way to the end of time.
I hide behind the combination of letters I put on paper
Unable to speak when I am close to you, near you in person
When I see you I lose all train of thought
I am silenced, words fail me, cease to exist
I am enamored, enchanted, without speech
Hundreds of ideas go through my mind
But never one at a time
They race through like a tornado
Sweeping up every idea in its wake
It throws my train of thought
Derailing every plan
I try to grab just one
But they always just slip my hand
Tick tock, I just had a thought .
Is there a surgery for snot?
Because I sure do have a lot!
A cure should be sought
Tissues I bought
There wasn’t a whole lot
Not enough for all my snot
I lost my train of thought
Tick tock, my abstract thought.
Form:
My muse is a fickle one
running way ahead of me,
tripping along with song,
or simply playing pick-up sticks –
I never know for sure.
So I give chase
and sometimes I lose
a train of thought or purpose
to focus on one thing or…oh look!
a squirrel!
From the eye there flows
The blood
The blood then forms
The crimson pool
From the pool there blossoms
The flower
The flower reflects
The glowing moon
From the moon there shines
The stars
The stars explode leaving
The dark
And then the night disperses
Thoughts of her rob my slumber.
She burglarizes my rest.
She pervades my life,
into my dreams.
She is the locomotive
derailing my train of thought.
I have no reign over myself.
My infatuation grows daily.
In this I lose control
as I watch my heart wander.
Prince Andrew in the press is tried, but he denied
both far and wide, as Duke of York (soon Earl?),
a train of thought upon the side,
a rain of sweat upon a girl.
Please, cork that Duke before I swirl!
Submitted 12/4/2019
Five Word Challenge Poetry Contest by Beth Evans
deeper than the train of thought,
possibilities come to ought,
mis-red facts come up short,
beware the siren charmers,
come back to waters calmer,
good on ya Joe me-thought,
put on ya tin of armour,
cast off the line that caught.
re 'A parteners tale'
Joe Maverick....
Don
Destroyer ~ Poet
Contest Name
soup..soup.. SOUP..
Yes Joe,
the soup can always bring a smile,
if computers slow just wait awhile,
a pretty train of thought by thee,
words do canter intellingently,
too bloody right!
that's it from me :)
Don Johnson 15-jan-12
Shhh!
(Thinking in Progress)
By; Tom
7/24/2019
Morning has lingered stirring a hapless feeling,
Petty annoyances have stifled my train of thought.
Cerebration didn’t render what my pen found appealing,
And without fuel for the fire, my effort was for naught.
double-entendre
double-meaning
insinuations
full of suggestive
vagueness
scattered ambiguity
sprinkled through out
obscurity of inconclusiveness
of train of thought
creating the lore of lies
of a future together as one
within a land of make believe
that one is trying to create within
the mind
If my train of thought took to tangible tracks,
(Tracks not abstract but real, in fact)
It would jump and twist--
flash and dash--
In lands where trains are yet to whistle,
With green rolling hills
Where thoughts soar like missiles.
I would stay a long time
(As long as I could)
Speeding so freely where no man has stood.
I sit among the sad
On a seat of stone
Not all so bad
Its my place to be alone
The sun doesn't shine there
Their is no window to close
Its really not so hard to bare
Its a place nobody knows
Some days its the place i like to be
Than again sometimes not
Sometimes its just to dark to see
I loose my train of thought
Locked within my little room
Trying To work things out
A knock at the door is sudden doom
My words ending I could shout
I've lost my train of thought
Oh where can it be found
And long before its caught
Once again they pound
Innocence is at the door
Through which they cannot see
Yes distraction I do abhor
But I'll just lit it be
see the way i drag yooooooou into
my more bid drizzles
As if to share a secret
I twist ?? words
leather bands entwined
mask ornate hide rancid
of thoughts-of thoughts-of thoughts-of thoughts
was that a train of thought or a train of of thoughts
Anywhens
making an Oppenheimer drop
Burn my shadow to the rock
I'm outta
as if i was ever here
eye contact.
who needs it?
like when i try holding my anger
and you tell me to look up
out from behind my knees.
i hesitate. i know i'll cave.
when i look at you,
when i see your eyes,
i lose my train of thought.
a spark goes off
and my soul catches fire.
so you start smiling
and i cover my face
and i can't remember
why i was mad in the first place.
I smell regret!
I smell it on your clothes
and in your hair,
on your hands
and in every stitch,
every fiber,
every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned
chugga-chugga-choo-choo'ing
train of thought,
and it is especially noticeable in the carpet,
but then again,
that could just be the milk I spilled
when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...
Hopes and fears, wants and dreams tangled in a blur.
Searing veins, happy smile, twirling train of thought.
Unmistaking blue-green eyes; sweet, steady lure.
Peaceful, loving pleasure not to be forgot.
In pulsing, rushing floods, memory returns.
Fleeting precious moments; the blood within me burns.
Reaching out, I place your tender hands in mine;
Feelings when I see you are hard to define.
To ride train of thought
And arrive enlightened
To create a good heart
With open mind unfrightened
To have a blessing
To give God time
To lead confessing
Imperfections of mind
To grow old and remain
Meek as a little child
To not seek to gain
But rather give despite denial
To be of the light
Despite darkness like death
To fight the good fight
Times denying one’s self