Stream of Consciousness

Did You Feel That?
so many before to direct the way soft gentle roars savagely decayed time wields a sword that disfigures a face we all leave this world
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
One Size Fits None
Be yourself Be unique Is what we're told Before we grow old But we must also Be someone else Be normal Fit in with the others
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Thin air
Writing the truth is costly. It drags me back to the nightmare I’ve rehearsed a thousand times. It always begins the same—
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Pancakes Are Better Than You
Perhaps instead of Pining for you Like a starving fool Alone in the woods Today I'll make pancakes I know how long to wait for those
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
You at the Peak
Be there, waving to me when the sunsets, when the highest note of birds' symphony plays, on the top of that green hill by the sea we love ...
By P.A.Vinura Jayasankaabout a year ago in Poets
that tense moment
Flip it And count the seconds before the coin falls. Copper, dull and hovering Just out of reach of the golden staircase;
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
You two? No not you, yes you two
She’s not as nice as you all like to say I’ve never described myself in that way I have always said I am kind not nice Your treachery has earned you that price
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Storytelling on Pause. Runner-Up in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge. Top Story - September 2025.
⚡When no tale was itching to be told, a storyteller was in danger of becoming lost. Words were the currency used to purchase their identity.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
The Soundless Acrostic NOW
Stillness grants access to spirit I am infinitely myself in the gaps between thoughts Listening to the pulse of pure potentiality
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Daydream
Her fingers trace his ear and down along his jawline to his right shoulder, softly slipping down his inner arm to his hand and lingers
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Two Parallel Lines
One day late, it’s no big deal So then, what is this unfamiliar sense I feel? I’ve been late countless times before, it’s not rare
By Sherie Ramosabout a year ago in Poets
Word For The Day
An AI Summary: To enhance your vocabulary, consider today's dictionary word for September 1, 2025: Word of the Day: "Ephemeral" Defined as lasting for a very short time. Often used to describe fleeting moments or temporary experiences. Commonly associated with nature, like flowers that bloom briefly. Can refer to trends or fads that quickly fade away. Encourages appreciation for the beauty in transience. Used in literature to evoke themes of impermanence.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets