Poems about idea


№ 1131285

The Idea of Love

The idea of love
Was infinity on the
Slow moving hands
Of a ticking watch
On your wrist
It was once forever

The idea of love
Used to be happiness
And pale white
Golden sunlight
Warming cheeks
Hands interlocked
Over and over

The idea of love
Used to be everything
But it's nothing now
With not even sorrow

idea,  love.

Author: pluie d'Г©tГ©
Date: 26/01/2020

№ 1129857

The idea yet realized

We go about each day, telling ourselves the words our mothers fed us as children, “You can be anything you want, you can reach heights unseen and untouched by any other being. ” But we speak them in monotone, we see them without processing. I played along like every other and chanted them with a smile but with no idea of the actual meaning and interpretation. I did not make those words mine, they were merely an idea; an unexplained, unrealized idea. But my eyes have opened and light has shown upon it and the truth to it. I can do anything and there is not necessity for schooling or to go to an elite college. I can do the things I love and with passion because I want to! The flaming passion that burns in my eyes spreads upon those who hear my words and my excitement. I am seeing the world's situation in large and each act and each rule and law as changeable. Revolutions and riots have brought change and the rules we live by and each thing we see as so common can be altered and flipped upon it's buttox if only one sees the possibility, wants it, and speaks the benefits. We are not a perfect society. We are not better than the past. We are not lesser than the future. We are what we have and we have to live and deal with it, but that does not mean to be content with out society nor does it mean to over appreciate it. We can change and we will change. No one is content, and we must realize we cannot ignore the change or ignore the history being made. Do not sit in your homes huddled away and watch the news as if you are not part of it. Step out your door and watch as we create history and we decide what is the best that we can do to be able to do what we love to do as humans. We are so often restricted by society and it's beliefs on what is acceptable and what is available. As a child we grow up and we see our options as firemen, policemen, doctors, or teachers and then as we grow up we keep our brains in this mindset that those are our options and then we get into highschool and start realizing we know of nothing, we don't know our options, we don't know what we want to do with ourselves. Then we say we have time, we say we can make that decision later and then we cruise through our schooling not focussing on anything and then keeping in our head the 5 options of life and occupations that were given to us when we were children. We need to not just tell our children that they can do anything and then give them a few options, they deserve to be shown throughout their whole lives what it means to do the things you love and are passionate about and not having to be pushed into a category of work or life that they “kind of like” and think that's what passion is because they haven't experienced enough to realize what their possibilities are. Life is so much more than what we have built it to be as society. Life is not going to school till youre 30 and then doing work and having a family and going on a few vacations and then growing old with a person you hardly care to genuinely ask how they're doing. We belong to this earth and I swear to God, I'm going to embrace this earth and frolic upon it's soil until the day I die because I want to experience it all and I do not want to live in the confines of what society has confined itself to. The things you find social acceptable are your own barriers and the limits you are making for yourself, so do not bash another for going against the grain but applaud them and follow behind them and create your own path as they did. I'm done doing what makes me most financially stable or what the upperclass would respect me most for. It's not like I did before but gosh darn, I'm not going to busy myself with other peoples fear of change and the unknown.

idea,  realized.

Author: jad
Date: 25/01/2020

№ 1127935

The Autumn of Terror: EPILOGUE. "for Jack's idea of fun."

Although the actual authenticity of this poem's authorship is questionable, Jack The Ripper was credited with sending various taunts in verse to the police during his killing spree. The following poem is especially creative and chilling... very akin to the style and sound of The Ripper's literary exchange with the authorities.


Eight little whores, with no hope of heaven,
Gladstone may save one, then there'll be seven.
Seven little whores beggin for a shilling,
One stays in Henage Court, then there's a killing.
Six little whores, glad to be alive,
One sidles up to Jack, then there are five.
Four and whore rhyme aright,
So do three and me,
I'll set the town alight
Ere there are two.
Two little whores, shivering with fright,
Seek a cosy doorway in the middle of the night.
Jack's knife flashes, then there's but one,
And the last one's the ripest for Jack's idea of fun.


The letters of Jack The Ripper set to poetic formation. EPILOGUE. "for Jack's idea of fun. "


With appreciation to Casebook: Jack The Ripper, the largest public repository of Ripper-related information.
Http: //www. casebook. org/ripperletters/

autumn,  epilogue,  fun,  idea,  jack,  terror.

Author: D Conors
Date: 23/01/2020

№ 1126838

An idea

You can love an idea
With its dreams and intentions
The beauty of its makeup
The intensity of its motive

But an idea doesn't comfort
An idea doesn't kiss
It doesn't prove things
Or make decisions

An idea is an option
An idea is an example
An idea is what you want and need, but doesn't make the effort


Author: Tara Marie
Date: 22/01/2020

№ 1125504

I Really Only Love the Idea of You

I miss you something awful
And it hurts real bad.
Today I cried because I realized
You'll never want me back
I'm a mess, I'm a project:
I am charity work you took on.
You loved me and I you,
But in a blink you were gone.
Now I feel like a part of me's missing
Because it liked you more.
I guess I didn't realize
You and I were at war.
Well baby, you win
To the victor do the spoils go.
You have my heart still
And my promise isn't broke.
You're beautiful; spectacular
Please don't change a thing.
I love you, you wonderful man,
Even though to you I am nothing

idea,  love.

Author: Samm Marie Moore
Date: 21/01/2020

№ 1124097

Let me know what you want me to name this, because I have no idea :)

I miss you,
I love you.

Need I say more?
Of course.

You are unbelievably beautiful,
The way your smile can brighten a room and my day every time.
I'm so happy to call you mine.
Time is what scares me.
So much to do and so little to do it in.
But I know, if I spend it with you it's definitely worth it.
It's always worth it.


Author: Nicky Stevens
Date: 20/01/2020

№ 1123939

I Have No Idea What To Call This.

Shatter the glass, alter your perception.
This angle is nothing anymore to me.
You burden me, and try to take my place.
Phase me out of the picture.
I'm left with nothing, there's no trace.
You're everything
I tried to tuck deep inside my memory,
The VHS tapes that play everything
I would never want to see the light of day.

call,  idea.

Author: Wyatt
Date: 20/01/2020

№ 1123060

Award Winning Idea..

I very much enjoy the idea of us being one
It seems to make a lot of sense
As does the idea of you not being such a hardheaded moron

I very much like the idea of you talking to me
We could come up with quite the conversation topic
It could stir up a pot of friendship!
Yes, pot the silverware, not the plant

Don't you see,
What could be
If it became we

award,  idea,  winning.

Author: y i k e s
Date: 19/01/2020