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Negative Thinking.

Definition. Negative thoughts are cognitions about the self, others, or the world in general that are characterized by negative perceptions, expectations, and attributions and are associated with unpleasant emotions and adverse behavioral, physiological, and health outcomes.

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

Keep Going

How to keep going...

Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

The Lark

Herewith I is a dream In the beginning, fate denied All its kindness on a super lark Lessons came along the fight Identity sought in the wild call The lonely lark split to lift the might of its wings With wings spread high, it flew With the might of the older wings In search of who. The clouds darkened, lightning struck, Rained hot, oh! “Hold on” the older wings whispered Here we come, “keep high” Withered, the lark broke, “You are worthy” a whisper. Here she is, Thinking of all the days She cou

Crazy Death

A poem to those we have lost in time past and we really miss them

He would be the Satan

New poem. Rate it...

Spittle at Dawn

There is a little bird Sited on the flower Sipping the pollens, Singing without ceasing: All flowers all over the world Are nothing but bushes Domesticated like animals To adorn compounds As if they aren't bushes. Blossoming only at dawn Anytime our father refuses To drop his spittle They all withal All over the world.

From Potential to Greatness; A poem Aloo Denish Obiero

Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/17259662-From-Potential-to-Greatness-by-Aloo-Denish-Obiero

Selenophile

Look at how the moon shines on a dark night Giving it her all--all her light Giving the humans light for a safe path Knowing real well that it was a borrowed light Oh poor Mr. Sun giving his all Giving all the light needed for us all As luna takes fame; for the light sol gave She became the hero for all human race Loved by every creature--every soul As if there aren't any cosmic god named sol

Again The Second Coming

✓ Again The Second Coming ✓ [ Inspired by ©W. B. Yeats "The Second Coming" ] ✓ Improve English @ rovlo.blogspot.com

Bring me the Goddess

I called Theia But the one who showed up was Nyx I called Euphrosyne But the one who showed up was Oizys Whom should I call? Here in the times that I'm alone I want to go back But what should I find when I returned?

Success

It's hard to focus on things. When it is part of cringe. To be aware of fruitlessness. To be in the valley of hopelessness. Success is fantasy, born for praise. Access to it might burn your face.

Seldom

I was lonely one night and an inspiration came,so i thought of making that thiught into words. You are never alone out there,trust me

Would that, I wouldn't be, what I am.

Would that, I Wouldn't be , What I am. A tiny creature, a form I desire, Unnoticed, Unknown An oyster in a shell, deep in the sea, Eternal peace, away from abyss Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, A little child, a form I desire, Careless, Reckless, Would laugh out loud, Innocent desires. To be cared, to be loved, Some things I aspire. Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, An elderly person, a form I desire, At peace, No worldly desire. Seen my time, Lived enough, Seen enough, understood the pl

Not super hero

In capes of ordinary guise, No super strength, nor soaring skies. Just an everyday heart that beats, Facing life's challenges on its feet. No powers grand, no cape that flows, Yet within, a strength that glows. I'm not a hero of comic lore, But in life's battles, I'll explore. With flaws and fears that I embrace, I'll stand my ground, find my place. No superhuman feats to show, Just determination that continues to grow.

The Woman Who Came In From the Night

The second of Picasso's two full-length plays from the 1940s, Les Quatre Petites Filles, has been translated by Jerome Rothenberg from work he started a few years ago. The passage that Rothenberg uploaded on Poems and Poetics is witty and lovely, evoking Mac Wellman's play Jennie Richee and Ashbery's Girls on the Run. We'd love to read the complete play, but perhaps the Henry Darger connection is too obvious. Note from the translator: Although there may not be as much flash as in the more well-k

warm love

this poem is about a person that i love the most

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹