Short Unthinking Poems
Short Unthinking Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unthinking by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unthinking by length and keyword.
Today I’m grateful for understanding the responsibility
and the power of my words…
How they can make you laugh…
or they can make you frown…
How I can use my words to build you up…
or if I’m not careful and unthinking
use them to tear you down.
Our reflex instinct
Where is it rooted
Unthinking response
Is it innocence
Are we sleep walking
We contemplate
Employ free will
Our thoughts distil
Let love elate
When awake
Or asleep
Where are we
Is yet
Stillness
Void
18-November-2020
Earth was sending a long
shadow on the moon.
A great night for both of them.
*
A city of dreams
lies still. A divine path
opens for the erring earthlings.
*
A night falls
surreptitiously on the lake.
The moonlight was trapped by waves.
Satish Verma
What the heck am I thinking
I should maybe go drinking
And hear music plinking
With the glasses of clinking
See some girls winking
It has my eyes blinking
To be so drunk stinking
With all this linking
To a feeling of sinking
And the ego of shrinking
From all the unthinking
Sounds like fun
See ya later
Rude People
Do really exist!
Where do these monsters come from?
Cruel, unthinking, unkind.
Need Manners College.
To respect all humankind.
To another, be not blind!
Six lines 5/7/7. 5/7/7
10/1/2020
2pm PST
More or less
Walking
More or less
Reading and writing
More or less
Thinking,
Was what
Has been.
Much less walking
Much less reading and writing
Much less thinking
Is much, much concerning.
No walking
No reading and writing
Outsourcing thinking
As the great AI unthinking “revolution”
That will be
The end.
The unthinking begins again
watching a lunar
explosion.
The smallest droplet:
I never had any agenda,
holding on to emptiness.
A dark jumps out at me.
I push the light
forward?
to see your face, O
invisible. Where the road
ends ? I want to start
my new journey, unloading
the accumulated wealth
of erudition.
Satish Verma
Yes,it was the Mountain Echo
Solitary,clear,profound
Answering to the shouting cuckoo,
Giving to her sound for sound!
Unsolisited reply
To a babbling wanderer sent;
Like her ordinary cry,
Like but oh,how different!
Hears not also mortal life!
Hears not we,unthinking creatures
Slaves of folly,love of strife
voices of two different nations!
Invasion was thin
like a feather’s fall
on the mirror.
Only bride will know,
the rose petals were
meant for unthinking.
Scattering rice
to dig out the tools
of prehistonic man.
The previous night
I taught myself
how not to peel the oranges?
with bare hands,
in terror, when there was
endless path to unknown.
Satish Verma
Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing
Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting
Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm clocks ignoring
Stoplights blinking
Drivers unthinking
Airplanes arriving
Passengers surviving
Tender hearts
Works of art
Lovers part
A new day starts
Weeding out our lower aspect, which we in silent contemplation detect, stretching the zone of polarity interchange, in prayerful stillness our core we rearrange, that that our unthinking reflex instinct, suffused with the perfume of love distinct, radiates the divine light, unceasingly through day & night.
Inner and outer
Attain equilibrium
The void magnetised
11-September-2020
Regrets
Antagonisms perceived
Leave us aggrieved
Hearts broken
Tender spirits token
Words miss-read
Actions miss-lead
Clamors in the night
Pleading miss-sight
Sides taken
Lines shaken
Blindness bodes
Heavier loads
Rashness steps
Action’s regrets
Unthinking eyes
When misery cries
Matters adrift
Sieve and sift
Love enduring
Pardons ensuing
Antagonisms perceived
Leave us aggrieved
Hearts broken
Tender spirits token
there’s a head ache caused by a chill
body signals it needs some rest
nectar within yet continues to spill
rising bliss mists notify we are blest
spine as always is a band of steel
cool heat therein has a soothing feel
as the witness unthinking
watching, sensing, feeling
poised as awareness unblinking
savouring taste of bliss appealing
each breath we embrace and release
dwelling thus in time dissolved peace
A pile of leaves
Lays peaceful quiet
Till one day
It burst into flames
Some where inside
Unseen unknown
A heat burned
Fire to come
One day
Without reason
Some times where is
In people hidden
A fire burning
Banked and controlled
Not fully
Ever out
Till one day
Without warning
Unseen reasons
It explodes in flame
Uncontrolled and foolish
Lashing out in pain
Causing pain and hurt
Unthinking without reason
Towering concrete monoliths
Loom above seemingly mindless
Lemmings rushing, bumping, pushing
Their way in endless, moving lines
Of backward and forward motion;
Each with programmed destinations
Instilled by subtle brainwashing
By the few who reside above
In luxurious penthouse suites.
Below one of the unthinking
Queue falls dead on the cold pavement
Only to be trampled underfoot
Unattended amidst raucous
Noise of taxi horns and Sirens.
And this is why
I have decided
To leave
It there
Incongruity meets ignorance
Your charms fall short
Your words scar
Unobtrusively
Insistently
You choose to see
Through the lens
Of yourself, and
Nowhere close to me
You choose to be
Fooled
By exactly what I am—
To the unthinking,
Merely
Another
Uncertainty meets unrest
Your heart beats much too
Near yourself
Comfortably,
Conveniently
And this is why
I have decided
To leave
It there
The armament
Awakening into the harsh light
of blinding loyalty.
Jubilation and flags.
Soldiers synchronized
Stirring talks, hateful lies told
La vie en la rose
someone sings to stall time
The unthinking holler
Daring, the long night
The thinkers know the score
The smart knows too
but join, bet on the winner
Among the ruins, the unthinking walk
The scholars write books
the smart knows when the smell
of cordite is gone, the world needs
more weapons
To suffer the insults of fools is a worthless thing.
Dismiss, and disregard, unthinking, tactless fellows,
who've nothing else to do (like court jesters of a king)
than peevishly chide, rail, protest in foolish bellows!
'Tis better to give praise, tribute, and to confer fame.
Or, when laurels are scarce, offer instead your support:
sweet words incline the heart, indictments just inflame;
for good-for-nothings just blitz you as a first resort.
Listen to poem:
Into the groove of unthinking action,
file after file of manikins pack in --
beings above see the circular groove
peopled with puppets, all on the move.
Deeper yet they wear the groove down;
manikins' footfalls forever resound.
Of "outside", they now all think no more,
their eyes forever fixed on the floor.
Mechanical movement is all they can know;
movement defines all the life that they show.
The speeds of the dummies vary a bit
as they wear down the floor of the pit.