Stream of Consciousness

Aren't we pretending?
While having the breakfast, without enjoying it, we think about the lunch. When having the lunch, we dream about the desert,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Shoah. Content Warning.
Intimidation >> >> Oversimplification >> >> Elimination. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
The Great Weight-Loss Fiasco
I started on Monday, and my mission was so clear. To shed all the pounds I'd gained through the year. With carrots and lettuce, I filled up my plate.
By Hashan chamara2 years ago in Poets
Anti-Art
If you are an author, killed your own character Not again Anti Art You can't outsmart You can't be an artist after all that hurt you have survived
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Heartthorne. Content Warning.
Mother, can you forgive me Can I wipe away your tears? Father, do you hate me Am I the product of your fears? Thus questions asked
By Nayda Barlup2 years ago in Poets
It is true?
All over the world, many tales, stories and books have been written about all kinds of sacrifices of women and I also fully respect their sacrifices and I also believe that no world, society and family can survive without women. It is not possible to imagine, but I want to write something here in one line for men also.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Lord, I was thinking
people are so different i see so many faces so much joy so much sadness. i realise that only children remain true to themselves
By Ken Mack2 years ago in Poets
Slipping
I'm slipping. The world starts crumbling and everything seems to blur. My eyes don't go exactly where I want them to. My mind won't focus. The images in my head are blurred and faded, I want them to stop shaking.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
The Raven -- But Not
Shifting, changing scenes, different now Above me hangs a weary crow Flapping slowly, tiredly, not knowing Exactly where he’s meant to go
By ThatOne_Girl2 years ago in Poets
Cathedral
Faded carpets and worn-down pews, Riddled with tourists and camera crews People, there’s people everywhere, People beside and surrounding me
By ThatOne_Girl2 years ago in Poets
It Ain't No Lie: I Am Bi, Bi, Bi (Even When I'm with a Guy). Content Warning.
May 17 is the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, and Transphobia. That’s right, a whole, long-windedly named day reminding people not to be jerks to the LGBTQ+ community.
By Test2 years ago in Poets