Stream of Consciousness
... Then I'll learn to Be
It's this point for which I strive: *** Anger won't make me see red, and an outsider won't have the rights to shift my heart to something wrong
On the brink
As I stand, stand, stand on the brink of somewhere between full throttle breakneck disaster and bust-erecting full potential breaching success
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in PoetsDinosaurs are hidden around us.
There is more than one thing, which is now happening. We actually live in the same time, as dinosaurs do their things meanwhile.
SIMPLE
THIS POEM IS SIMPLE BECAUSE LIFE USUALLY IS WE JUST TEND TO COMPLICATE IT LIKE POETRY...
Burning Fire
In the heart of night, where shadows dance, A spark ignites in a whispered trance. Its birth is humble, a tender gleam, A flicker of hope in a formless dream.
Samson E. GiftedPublished 2 days ago in PoetsWriting a Poem - Poem
I feel like poets make it sound so easy, But when it comes to writing, my brain becomes mushy. I always struggle to find words that rhyme,
Shambhavee BhosalePublished 2 days ago in PoetsWhat Should I Write?
I wonder what to write, I do nothing all day and night. But what lays in front of me, Is a white blank sheet. I try the computer for options,
Shambhavee BhosalePublished 2 days ago in PoetsGone were the days
Looking back, I see life unfolds I know I can never go back to when I only think of playing and running around under the rain.
Humanity Goes for the Easy Life
What I've noticed about poems or at least by myself is that they are much more likely to be read than essays or fiction stories.
This is where We Rise
This is where life dies out. This is where we fall. This is where we set our hearts on a silent journey somewhere outside of us.
The morning after
From the cold, stale coffee With a grating sound Black smoke rises Smelling of fish The upside down brain Squints through swollen eyes
Vadim KaganPublished 3 days ago in Poetswomb shadow woman
Synchronized hierophant I've been misplaced Waste no time with those with no taste Deep within that womb held plenty shadow
Amourè DeezyyPublished 3 days ago in Poets