Stream of Consciousness

The Walking Numb
I'm still skeptical That it's possible After all of these years I'm Doubtful Fearful Stuck.... How is one to recover
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
... and taxes
To call it a glow Would be untrue To call it a glow Would be a lie To call it a glow Would be to glorify that which simply is.
By Alexander McEvoy12 months ago in Poets
I'm sorry I'm me
I tell her I'm sorry I'm me That doesn't sound like someone who's proud of their identity To be honest I don't even know what it means anymore
By Sarah O'Grady12 months ago in Poets
Junkyard. Winner in Lantern Light Challenge. Content Warning.
I am out with my lantern salvaging scraps from the junk- yard where I have been admitted for Dilation & Curettage to purge my miscarried poems.
By Paris Rosemont12 months ago in Poets
Segments of Fruit
A fruit peeled perfectly in one single Cascading Spiral Leaving six segments of fruit Gripped together Milky shroud in
By Amos Glade12 months ago in Poets
𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔
You were there tonight. I heard a third part harmony when there isn't a third singer. The power, the clarity rose up to and through the high ceiling and up towards the heavens. The heart of the Word beating, pumping faith through surprised veins, the rhythm surging past earthly boundaries.
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
The fly I let go
Round and round Around the ground Buzzing in the town The fly lay beneath for a sound The fly I latched on to. ** Hovering over the flame in astound
By Parvathi J12 months ago in Poets
The Classic White Lantern
Lights come in many designs, many colors, and draw from various powers. Lights are especially desirable and requested during dark or night hours.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman12 months ago in Poets
The Space Between Stars
A poem that wonders — if everything ends, what still matters? The Space Between Stars explores how silence, love, and memory create meaning in a fleeting universe.
By Lila (Poetry)12 months ago in Poets
The Fire That Stayed
When the world tries to dim your light, let this poem remind you: the fire within doesn’t fade — it learns to burn smarter.
By Lila (Poetry)12 months ago in Poets
My Own Drummer
I know you can't hear it The driving beat I hum along to No matter The only choice is clear Motion must continue On into forever
By K.B. Silver 12 months ago in Poets
'Cross the River
This darkness is not endless. though it is smothering your light - I have lit for you a lantern, a beacon in the night. The river may be black,
By S. A. Crawford12 months ago in Poets