Stream of Consciousness
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 PoetsWhispers Beyond the Flesh
Part 1: The Doorway I step through the curve, An entryway to no place, My body stays behind, A remnant of skin and bone.
Rony SutradarPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Friend Group
Friends are a second family, And you may find many rapidly, They never let you down. Unless you always frown. Never do they ever complain about you,
Shambhavee BhosalePublished 3 days ago in PoetsWalk'
One step at a time, I take my pace A journey of discovery, a smile on my face The world unfolds before me, a path to explore
Isra SaleemPublished 3 days ago in PoetsUntil Next Time
A thought. Ever so fleeting, yet ever so lasting. It grips onto your brain, latches onto your emotions. You can't help but grimace.
The BEST Listener
Hello again, My favorite ink pen How've you been? You were waiting for me? Patiently- Sorry I'm late, Would you like to hear about my day?
Josh MorganPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThese Walls: Is This House A Home?
Is this house a home? Or just a book judged by its cover– Its pages are a moral opposite, Chapters tell of something other,
Josh MorganPublished 4 days ago in PoetsSTAMINA
i remember where i started but, did someone move the finish line? how'd i come so far, and have so far to go? i'm running
Josh MorganPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThoughts about an Oreo
How is it that you only remember the beginning and the end? It was the middle that gave us so much trouble and divided us.
Shirley BelkPublished 4 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
Because A Rock Crashed
It was bright then it was dark. The ground is now the sky, because a rock crashed and blinded the sun. Mommy was here,
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 4 days ago in Poets