Stream of Consciousness

Minted
A gift her robe like a luscious golden flow cascading from the heavens her face obscured in mystery Her golden feathered wings
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Point
What was the point? Why bother sending me to college, encouraging me to study, reminding me how important a good education is, if, when I bring up what I learned, you don't want to hear it? You shut it down, tell me I'm overreacting, tell me to just stop bringing it up, but why?
By Donny Foleyabout a year ago in Poets
Sucked In.
I was told to suck my tummy in photos. Barely nine. Nine. when my hands still reached for crayons, not shame. When mirrors and cameras were toys,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙
Your petals will fall but they will stay bright vibrant in my memory. + + + The One who made these... A song of adoration
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Shadow Of The Soul
The Mind is a most mysterious place, One of doubt and self-loathing, hidden dark. Yet, sprinklings of elegance - quiet grace,
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Poets
“When Silence Bleeds”
“We Keep Breathing While the World Burns” I scroll, and the glass glows back at me, warm like a body, cold like a tomb. It holds my secrets,
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
“Short Nothing. Let’s see what the algorithm worships today.”
I created this for my bird. We are living in an authoritarian society in America now. Sweetie is my muse for writing and music. I bond well with birds. We both love Syfy and glitches in the matrix when they happen. Floating in a busted bubble I breathe in, breathe out slowly. I do not get many views. I studied AI on my own with Copilot assistance. I like the tools it provides for photography, videos, & music. I write my own stuff. I began music & voice training at an incredibly early age. THAT IS BORING AND NOT INTELLECTUAL ENOUGH! I laugh out loud, I cry out, I sigh, relief from the grinding news of death, destruction, & chaos. I am 76 and still rockin!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Field
This right here is a field Full of grass, dark green, it yields: To those who step on it And those who come running To prune its tips as they keel
By Snarky Lisaabout a year ago in Poets
𝑨𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
precious petals play songs that sing soul's sensations lyrical love notes. ❤️ “... Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” Matthew‬ ‭6‬:‭28‬-‭29‬ ‭NKJV‬‬
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Moon And Me
you have heard my whispers and collected all my secrets every note you’ve gathered came from in my soul the songs I sing, I sing for your ears only
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
When the World Forgets to Breathe
The world spins, but slower now, as if its lungs are cracked, as if the air refuses to stay inside. Every headline is a wound,
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Hummingbird
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets