Stream of Consciousness

That is Trikaal.
Whose energy is form. Which has all three world forms. Which is the great period of time. That is Trikaal. Whose damru has aan. ann :- berth Whose trident has life in it. trident: death Ganga in whose hair there is moonlight on the head That's the great time of time It is Trikaal.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Over "Think"
Why am I thinking this? Is there a reason my mind overworks and churns ideas unrelated? Space stations and PlayStation come up and then disappear
By Mo Darasi2 years ago in Poets
Day #12:Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 12/14 “WHERE” Writing 5 minutes – “A Cliff by the Ocean” I stood on the cliff, my long hair whipping my face in the strong wind. The waves crashed the rocks below and the side of the steep embankment in the humid air. This was a stormy Lake Superior calling to me in its powerful turbulence in a storm, reminiscent of the ocean. Was I lost at sea?
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The Analytical Harmonizer"
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge close at hand,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The True Virtuoso"
With keenest eye the world I do dissect, A craftsman's mind, with logic's hand I wield, Though doubts may linger, whispers I suspect,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
God's Self-Portrait
To hate oneself is sin– a grave error in understanding reality. For if we knew the network of Love that runs through creation, we would repent
By Amelia Mapstone2 years ago in Poets
My Beloved
When I woke up You were waiting for me I was not alone while sun-bath You were there for me Forest watched us talking
By Farhat Naseem2 years ago in Poets
Rocks
Of course there will be troubles in life But it will hit the rocks. will keep fighting rocks from these troubles Because these rocks also Who swore to win. fight and stand up victorious These rocks, this thing these rocks It was these troubles that taught me. Of course there will be troubles in life But it will hit the rocks.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Let's Talk
Let’s talk of truths, let’s talk of lies, of language models and AIs, of fame and flame, of doom and gloom, of cherry trees that are in bloom,
By Vadim Kagan2 years ago in Poets
Day #11: Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 11/14 “WHEN” Writing 5 minutes – “Late Evening” Maybe it was the late evening or too much wine or the music with the driving beat, but I felt indestructible and restless, filled with the heartbeat of creativity and emotion I couldn’t explain.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The Silent Solver"
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with secrets close at hand. They wield their logic, a most keenest blade,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets