Stream of Consciousness

Noise
Noise Noise Noise So much Too much Loud Quiet Heartful Hateful Noise Noise Noise Drama Belligerence Lies Lies
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Poets
A Little Death
I killed a spider this morning, Not deliberately, He was clinging to the shower wall, One leg hanging on, Dangling above a treacherous fall
By S. A. Crawfordabout a month ago in Poets
Venetian Red Crepe
Derriere out, triumphant arms Come with me, that’s right, Up to the heights Stay behind me, I’ll be first Venetian Red crepe
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Poets
what love is
Love is violent. It is the scorch of heat upon sun kissed skin– It is the punitive grip on a too thin wrist– It is the chopping of pieces to be handed out like communion to the devoted.
By caitodoesstuffabout a month ago in Poets
Rising Up, Flying into Heavenly Heart of Healing Hope 🚀 🚀🚀 🚀🚀 🚀🚀 🚀
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By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayneabout a month ago in Poets
Walking These Shores
Along the quayside Cold winds, crashing waves abound With you, peace settles A/N: Shout out Paul (and others) for inspiration.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Poets
In Your reality
In your reality I am just an image to be played by your scenario in your reality I am just a toy to be manipulated the way you want it to move with your waves
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a month ago in Poets
𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝
The sun's light passes through the colors to cascade the stain from the glass reflection upon us do You see the stain
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
Writer’s Hands. Top Story - August 2026.
The bird left behind a feather - Black, grey, and white - Lying right before me, Marked with black ink-like blots. Writer’s fingers: bony, cold, long, and fearless
By Sun Beeabout a month ago in Poets
Rug Swept
A chance meeting A charming greeting A promise of hope You gave me a reason not to mope So I took a timid chance On a budding romance
By Mother Combsabout a month ago in Poets
𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟
He spoke the sun's shine told her how to rise and set to give us our days.
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
𝕀'𝕞 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘
i can't hear it but i know You're speaking life over me the sound waves tinkle on the breeze a lilting melody rises as a ribbon
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets