Come out come out wherever you are!

Come out come out wherever you are!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Where do thoughts come from?
When expressed.
When they rise to the surface.
Here I am!
A thought!
Where do thoughts go?
Is a thought just a thought?
Do we have many thoughts?
Or does one thought rule
Ever changing by emotions!
The thoughts of love
Where do they hide
When not in love?
The thoughts of despair
Where do they hide 
When one is happy?
The thought that cries!
The thought in anger!
What happens to that thought
When fired, retired.
Does it sleep?
What thoughts reminds us
Of other thoughts
We forget?
Why doesn't the forgotten thought
Speak out! I'm over here!
Is there more to thoughts!
A penny for your thoughts!
Can you buy one?
A thought for the day!
People say: Spare a thought!
I don't know how many
Spares I have to spare!
Food for Thought!
Perish the thought!
Thoughts could rule
The mind if not contained.
And if you are not thinking, 
Where are the thoughts
On vacation. Sleeping?
That's a thought!
Am I being thoughtless!

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Definitely and purposefully thought provoking Andrew. You once more weave humour and a message in your verse. One change I would make is to the tenses in this stanza:

The thoughts of love
Where do they hide
When not in love?
The thoughts of despair
Where do they hide
When one is happy?

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thanks John lol as always Much better!
John Alexander McFadyen

9 Years Ago

I am one of your 'wing men' after all!
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

You see I just write in one take and I never check properly after and I'm a lazy checker lol

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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