I Think Poems - Poems about I Think

I think of you quite often, when the rain Falls gently through the tender autumn air, And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain, A fleeting sadness I could almost wear. I think of you when twilight softly gleams Along the...Read the rest...

In the abysses of my mind, where shadows whisper and memories dance like specters, I think of you. Of how strong you must be to face all the blue and black guilt, And still let tears of...Read the rest...

I think a lot about Death– How it could come at any moment, Pull me in for one last breath, In the blink of an eye; With the stealth of a whisper. I think a lot about Death– The Reaper’s hollow...Read the rest...

I'm in my 50's When I get sick, my mother The first I think of....Read the rest...

I think I shall write tales for children Christian Anderson said. Visions of bears, wolves, tigers, roses, and lilies danced through his head. Sorting them out took an imagination that was rather wild. He put them into sections...Read the rest...

"Every time it rains, I think of you," That's what Anonymous said— Too afraid to say it to your face Because it's already too late: They let you go. And you're also too afraid To pick up the phone,...Read the rest...

I never wake up to silence, It is as if my brain wakes up before I do– I am already thinking before I can even comprehend it. I automatically think of the ways in which I could have...Read the rest...

When I think of you, a memory awaits. So deep within me that walls crumble at the sheer force of your gaze. When I think of you, a sweet smell arrives. Like fresh baked buns or the odor...Read the rest...

I think I can fix that the silent man said I can follow you home after church if you want The woman handed him the hubcap You really think so? Her eyes were worried, Yes...Read the rest...

Late last night as I sat and pondered And all my thoughts for hours had wandered I just sat and I thunk Until all my thoughts stunk It looks like another night squandered ...Read the rest...

Yahweh selects the weak; wasn't he, yet, strong like iron? Like a daylily, he exposed himself before the Lord. His flesh was weak; didn't he, yet, fight wars like a lion? He, as a poet, proved his word...Read the rest...

Within her palms she cups my chin her eyes so deep I’m falling in she smiles a little, just a bit I cannot stand, I think I’ll sit. ...Read the rest...

May my words fly, to high and lands far away For this world could never lend me its grounds To ever build my fortresses May my words travel, to all the planes of multiverses Allowing me to lay the foundations Weaving...Read the rest...

Frenetically I rest in her guest room. I think of her quiet hospital room. I’ve laid my head on this pillow before. I toss, turn, and pray, in this cozy room. The lamp that’s lit sees the quiver of...Read the rest...

I think about what could have been but it wasn't, was it, Ben? We were the best, the real test.... a delusion, an illusion Maybe I need a transfusion? My dream you and your real you have come loose they are two...Read the rest...