Idea Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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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There isn't only ever one of someone like me, And indeed someone like you, With an inherent awareness of spiritual Freedom, There will be and there are millions of untapped potential qualities in those that love to always read on.., Those that yet don't find and are somehow never satisfied; With any dumbed down or simple...

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how should i define? define the idea of you my nerves are pranking me to believe, "it will be same as someone before you" for once i want to dream, i want to believe, "your love will be grand as seas" i leave this letter on your door with a painting of you from my mind you will never absquatulate me your beaming smile will forever...

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Last night, I stood at the edge, wondering about the results if I succumbed. The gain, the loss, the paths that crossed. The idea of death, and the journey ahead— all stood, stood with me at the edge. But then, it struck me again. Every night, I...

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I have no idea why I am not a man I have always wanted to be one The boys could yell out answers in class I got slammed to the floor for yelling them out I despise things women are supposed to like. Cleaning, cooking, dusting, moping, vacuuming I will not do them; they are redundant and boring I have no idea...

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You can kill a people But can never kill an idea From embers of the fallen, a new hope shall ascend And a thousand times if it must. ...

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It is a relief to hear you speak... Knowing my feelings got ahead of me, Seeing now the differences in our mentality, Breaking free to see reality, I ask myself was it a mistake to care so intensely, But then again sometimes God uses our hearts and prayers of empathy, To feel for someone else yet also for our own clarity, No...

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Both roads, they misled, cloaked in the form of fate, as if one choice could somehow surpass the other. The leaves appeared pristine, but isn’t that the trick? Paths aren’t formed by feet, but by the burden of all we bear. So I chuckled and roamed through, crushing the underbrush that had the nerve to remain neutral. There, I saw nothing special in...

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I have grown tired of the worship of You- can you lose faith in a god that you created? I used to pray and beg and grovel for just a sliver of Your grace, but my knees are bloodied and bruised, and my words now fail me. I have grown weary of the existence of You- I don’t look for...

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I am in love with the idea of You- the vessel in which I project my dreams, my desires, my design, though It could never compare to the beauty of your originality, the perfection of Your natural self, raw and flawed and messy as it may be. I find beauty in the most mundane parts of You- the way your...

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A ridiculously stupid silly idea to one Might be a stupendous, brilliant idea to another Possibility thinkers see a lot of positive optimism In concepts that other people might totally miss...

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There once was a Marm with a dripping cold Whose bright idea she feared would unfold: Her deep scribed porcelain face Was far harder to replace Then a soaked sink her plumber could not hold. ...

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