Stream of Consciousness

The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
My Pink Flowers I implore you
I need you to let me... Let me be the me I want to be so I can love the real you, I implore thee. Let my hair grow long, so you can brush it with your fingers.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
I think someone up there’s trying to talk to me
Every cul de sac looks the same in this part of town But mine is different somehow, it has to be And the birds fly low and one died in my yard on a day in September last year
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
inhabitant soul
In your existence I felt like home, with your touches I filled the void within my soul, for u I wrote verses of things I wanted to explore, yet who was I in your presence that has always been doomed
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
Fireworks
How beautiful would it be to be a firework. To tear through the sky then explode into a million sparks of colored light.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Life in the Mist
Icy gray fingers, like early morning frozen fog twirl my hair like puppet strings, unboxing the blue & broken things.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Polluted Mosaic
I wrote the poem below during Week 4 of The Artist's Way, Julia Cameron's famous book and course for unlocking creativity. During this week, there's an exercise called Reading Deprivation, where you're supposed to minimize input by avoiding reading, watching TV, listening to audiobooks/podcasts, etc.
By Lola Sense2 years ago in Poets
The Ballad of the Builders: A Vocal Ode to AEC
(AEC stands for Architecture, Engineering, and Construction) With minds that dream in blueprints grand, Architects sketch a future planned.
By Matt Sharon2 years ago in Poets
Dealer's Choice
This game that we all must play called life Serves all with cards to play and trade Or course, the luck of the draw is often cruel
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
A Time Away From Taking Totality
Hold me in place to take in the moment, love me for me we can go the distance the time doesn't matter How long it will take no one knows, it doesn't matter
By Mason Darnielle2 years ago in Poets
A love letter to pain
Love letter to pain I have always talked about the nuances of love and beautiful warm fuzzy feelings about love, . But today I want to dive deep into the crux of love, the shades of grey behind the shiny and lustery surface of love . Falling in love is easy, but living with it forever is a constant battle. I am painstakingly and very candidly saying that, loving someone is the most beautiful yet the most hurtful thing. Because when you love someone, they knowingly or unknowingly will hurt you.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Headstone
Your words stack up like a barricade against the small fortress of esteem I made from the few good days. They smash into me like a tidal wave,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets