Stream of Consciousness

What Gives Me Peace?
Closing my tired chestnut eyes escaping my mundane world, I conjure up the most serene marine Eden, my artist vault can envision.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
1-1-2000
This is for Poppy's Prompt which you can catch here This week’s prompt: Write a poem about a specific day and make the title a date.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Troubled I Am
1. Pen and paper, keyboard and hand; using these I flee, from my awful abysmal reality Troubled I am Most days, no one accounts for my existence, not a knock on the or even a useless piece of post
By Andrew Little2 years ago in Poets
Heart On My Skin
Pardon me one moment, while I don’t trust myself. Can’t stand for another mutiny, From my soul, From my soul. So, I’ll sit awhile here and ponder,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
The Big C
Just like the big C on this tree You can’t always see what is happening inside. ~ I just want to go and hide
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Star-filled Sky
You've cracked me open like a nut; My crust, my protective crust, has been breached And I'm not sure how I feel about it.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
an epiphany
and in the dark of the night, the lonely assassin of happiness and certainty screams out at the eternal void, the sparkling lights of dying stars punctuating the darkness with a glimmer of hope, hope he no longer feels inside.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Shadows of Fear
In the depths of hearts where shadows dwell, Gamophobia weaves its silent spell. A fear of commitment, love's tether tight,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
Bread & Jam for Myrtle. Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge.
Grandma Myrtle takes her toast burnt but she slathers it with jam to remind her sacrifices need not equal pain. I would eat mine golden
By J2 years ago in Poets
Solitary Dot
My friend circle, once a vibrant ring, Now dwindles to a solitary thing. Where laughter once filled the air, Now silence lingers, stark and bare.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
Day#8: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 8/14 “WHO” Writing 5 minutes – “Cyclist” I was leading the middle pack of racing cyclists up the steep hill. Suddenly, one of the front-runners crashed to the pavement, causing a number of us to crash and pile up over him. My bike was ruined! The tire bent. Would my crew be able top fix it? Would I e able to finish the race? The tension was thick as several other biker’s felt the same
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
UNEMPLOYED
In the silent hours before dawn's first light, A world of uncertainty, a constant fight. The alarm clock ticks, but there's no place to go,
By Alison Cloveheart2 years ago in Poets