Stream of Consciousness

𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕
I've written 997 pieces so far this makes it 998 having to choose 80 poems for my first book was agonizing because as I started
By Colleen Waltersabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Tired
Stress leads to tiredness Tiredness leads to exhaustion Exhaustion leads to depression Depression leads to misery What was the point of writing this poem?
By L.I.Eabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Science of the Unknown
The thing about the universe is that we really don’t know it. We live in it, yes…. We take up space in it, and it takes up space around us. We think we know what it is, because it’s everything. But what is everything? That’s not really a good answer.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Rest
I will not mourn you. Instead, I will hope For an open casket with Your pale visage on final display Inside the cardboard packaging
By Obsidian Wordsabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Forever
Watch the rain ripple The still glass surface Echoes of hope Fan into the pool Lost but not forgotten Forever part of the whole
By Alyssa Mussoabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Disillusion
I want you to look for me as I look for you, to be your first and last thought as you are mine. I want you to look at me with the same
By Bennyabout 17 hours ago in Poets
🌅🌅 Holy Mantras of the Magical Vows of Love, Light, and Laughter 🌅🌅
🌹🌹 Enter the Mantra of Love and Laughter🌅🌅 AKA. Dr. Wayne Stein, retired professor, Ted Talk Speaker! It starts with love. . . .BLESSINGS TO YOU!
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONSabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Want More Of Us
I want more Like to pick your brain Let's see if you're the same level of insane What is ode about you? What do you think of through out day?
By L.I.Eabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Everyday I Wake At 3:09 - I Have 10 Children, A Dog, A Cat - And I Of All The People, Have Been Married For 90 Years, Isn't That Something
As with every person on the planet, I've never been able to understand this whole thing called life . You wake up, and then you wake - and just begin to live...
By 365poetryabout 20 hours ago in Poets
I Hate Being Known As A Child, When I Have Grown Into A Man
A child has parents !? A man has parents !? A child has parents !? A man has parents !? Recently I understood every man was once a child !?
By 365poetryabout 20 hours ago in Poets
𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕜
What I would give to fully see behind the mask but I already know what I would see a beautiful and remarkable vessel
By Colleen Waltersabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Relentless poltergeists
it’s a curious thing your eyes do they look back from someone’s wall like some won prize do they wear someone’s wallet
By S. Gabriela Heitzinger a day ago in Poets