Stream of Consciousness

Arise and Shine
A beautiful day a beautiful start to a captivating opportunity to paint a masterpiece on a pristinely blank canvas broad strokes of sunshine
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
Surrender. Top Story - November 2025.
Not my will, but yours be done, Lord. I have made my plans, but if it be to your glory, change them, Lord. I have set my foot to path, but if you place a fork in the road to redirect my steps, I shall follow where you lead, Lord.
By Anne R.2 months ago in Poets
Gratitude in Minor Chords
The thankful memories Of the minor chords Remind us of our ridged pasts Times reflects The motion blurs I’m grateful for the minor chords
By Thomas Terry2 months ago in Poets
The Spare Chair at My Table
There is a spare chair at my table that I set like an altar for the life that hasn’t arrived yet. I put a plate there sometimes,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Library of Things I Didn’t Say
My chest is a library for all the things I didn’t say. ◆ The big confessions sit on the highest shelves, hardcovers with dust jackets
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Drenched in Hope
Is there a well from whence hope doth spring? Or does rain drench our pallid faces In its cool refreshment Only if we dare to
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
Annotation Of A Life.
Life’s going too fast, so I mark every line. Reiterate every street, every obvious sign, as if the art of noticing could save me from forgetting.
By Marvelous Michael2 months ago in Poets
Airplane Mode for My Heart
I’ve put my heart on airplane mode more times than I admit, a tiny switch of self-defense that feels like choosing “quit.”
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
BABY SUNLORD
A Pantheon Entry I did not know what light was until she walked in. Tiny thing. Bare feet. Unbothered by the ruins I wore like skin.
By T.A. UDY2 months ago in Poets
🔥 THE PILOT FLAME. AI-Generated.
They say every empire begins with a spark. They never tell you what comes before the spark — the suffocation, the collapse, the silence that gathers in the ribcage like a held breath.
By T.A. UDY2 months ago in Poets
Gatherers out of Eden
Picture paradise What do you see? I imagine a world Where we never gather or harvest In excess of need Where we laugh at the ideas of
By Sam Spinelli2 months ago in Poets
Marigold
I still see you, you know? Mirages of you haunt every bus stop. I find you in a 7/11 cashier, in the way her red lipstick smudges in the crease of her lips.
By G Saint2 months ago in Poets