Stream of Consciousness

Expression less
What is my yearning? What is my desire? What do I long for? Nothing. Isn’t that a little bizarre? To be somewhere I need to know of the place
By Honey2 years ago in Poets
A Poem Should......
A poem should read with flow and ease, like a river’s liquid embrace. Harmoniously A poem should whisper secrets of longing and dreams like church bell bongs that ring out, singing to all the souls so ceremoniously.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
America’s Sun
I’ve never been too good at writing in my own voice, In fact, if I had a choice, I don’t even know what I’d sound like. I spent a long time chasing this identity,
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
a transcendent inquiry
How is it like? How is it like watching the twilight of an age, the war of a life already waged? How is it like falling like a star, pains of a past gone together with its scar?
By R. Bernardo2 years ago in Poets
something sweet. Top Story - February 2024.
How do you describe too much? To me, it’s taking a bite of pastry, and starting to choke. Were you excited? when you looked through the shop window.
By Trinity H2 years ago in Poets
beg
I have begged and begged To get you out of my head I try to keep every moment busy In the hope I'll forget It's the silence that's most deafening
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Poets
The Fight of my life
He stands at the end of the hall He was the man who took it all He took me to a place I could have never guessed He was the man who once told me that I was blessed
By Brandon Phillips2 years ago in Poets
"CREATING LIGHT". Content Warning.
CREATING LIGHT THE DARKNESS OVERWHELMS SOCIETY This is a poem I wrote today about a brief encounter with an old flame of yesteryear. It was a very brief encounter, but I left with PTSD in the subconscious that I had to express by writing about the brief encounter. There are covert narcissists and malignant narcissists. I get irritated and move forward to not give them control now or in the future. I forgive, but I do not forget. I am an empath.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Sonder
A moment, it stops Emerging from fog of grey Stranger of soft blue
By Caladrius2 years ago in Poets
Caffeine & Heartbreak
One convinces me I am awake One, that I am alive Neither necessary Or conducive To either/or Both pursued with fervour
By J2 years ago in Poets
Feedback
Hands that feed poison; By those who beg only love, Are justly bitten.
By J2 years ago in Poets
First Born
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets