Stream of Consciousness

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The teenager sits on the balcony And whistles Praying for its family to come and find it. When they do come, the family sees not what they want,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Insatiable hunger
Insatiable hunger. Unfinished thoughts lurk. The food I found, is full of folly. For I moment, I eat it, and I feel almost-jolly
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
September days are bittersweet
September days are bittersweet A troubling month for me A month when the seasons change Sunshine is what we begin to see.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Lonely Preparation. Top Story - September 2025.
I like to be prepared I’ve seen the dark side of humanity I’ve seen the dirty side of humanity I’ve watched the animals and tricksters
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Death
Death is not an ending, but a return. A soft release, like laying down a burden you have carried too far. It whispers,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Mind & Heart
Mind & Heart: A Journey Through Words I never thought words could save me. I had always seen poetry as something delicate—flowers pressed between the pages of a notebook, fleeting lines that sounded pretty but didn’t mean much. But when the world started to feel heavy, when mornings became battles and nights stretched endlessly, I found myself turning to the one thing I had ignored: poetry.
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
Cosmic dances
They dance and dance It was a different era, different times, but somehow the speed resembles today's life a chance for a new chapter a new rebirth a new healing a new miracle a new phase of life everything seems reborn already healthy and united I feel like I'm dancing in every cell of my body, smiles are present even after such dark shadows, the body just can't stop moving, dancing through smog and dust, dancing with the wind on a cosmic journey, organizing the chaos around me, being in myself, a dancing living state.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Cold
Cold is chosen when the vibes feel heavy. Cold is learned when trust is broken. Cold is chosen to keep the heart from breaking.
By Lunaabout a year ago in Poets
Midway
I was not planning to stop here— but my feet slowed as if the ground itself asked me to listen. Halfway down the block,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Untethered
The string keeping me tethered to you— Keeping both my feet planted firmly on the ground As our world tilts forward and tries to eject me—
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Poets
Ṡḧïṿëṛ
Whisper to my heart Flood the chambers with shivers of unspoken notes.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Stronghold
The world is spinning, I am losing my mind, My faith is crumbling, My vision's going blind, I grasp in the dark, I find no steady hold,
By Simran Danielabout a year ago in Poets