Stream of Consciousness

Sea Soaking
There seemed no way out of The dank darkness of The silent sea cave I spent my days wasting away No avenue of escape From the thickening smoke
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Essence
She traces his lips with her fingers and there she lingers as she leans in to kiss his neck her hair spills across his arm
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Remember the Hardships
Remember that every hardship, every tear, and sorrow is a temporary thing. Simply a moment in time that'll pass, just like the sun that passes over us every day.
By Rachael Anraabout a year ago in Poets
The Shoes He Never Outgrew
They found his shoes under the bed, still small, still neat. Laces tied by a mother’s hand — who used to hum him to sleep.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Paper Planes to the Moon
I wrote my hopes on paper wings, Folded them fast with secret things. And launched them toward the silver night, Where maybe stars would read and write.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
The Clock That Ticks Inside My Chest
There's a clock inside my chest, That skips when calm, pounds under stress. It tells no time the world can hear, Yet governs all I love and fear.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Where I Was Made
I am from the in between, not quite small and not quite large. I am from quiet classrooms and bustling hallways. I am from the languid streams and rushing roads.
By caitodoesstuffabout a year ago in Poets
A Gentle Guide to Vanishing
Untie your name from every thread, Let it drift like leaves long dead. Erase the lines that made your trail, Be the breeze, the blur, the veil.
By Muhammad Rahim about a year ago in Poets
They Told me Truth was a Casualty
I was going through old photos and thought about when I worked at Universal Studios Hollywood, which was years ago in the 90s. Now It is 2025 and I am 75. I don’t like to talk about myself, but I remember a lot of good times. We laughed, cried, danced, and worked our booties off. It is pleasant. I turned off the news. We all need to laugh a little, think about the good times for a bit, but VOTE BLUE.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
I wrote and I will write!
Words still struggle to describe my feelings Hands too, shiver to write all that's in me Words stop rhyming when my thoughts get deeper
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Those Gorgeous Eyes
I’ve stumbled over heartaches, There have been quite a few, I’ve been looking for someone to hold my hand. Little did I know they would lead me to you.
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
The Mirror My Mother Left Me
The Mirror My Mother Left Me I didn’t want the mirror. When my mother died, we boxed up her things with the efficiency of people trying not to feel too much. Grief makes organizers of us all. We labeled, divided, gave away. Old sweaters with her scent still folded into the arms. Recipe cards with ink smudged by flour and time. And then—there was the mirror.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets