Stream of Consciousness

“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
Shadows of a Silent Heart
Beneath the veil of quiet skies, A lonely truth in silence lies. The world moves on with fleeting grace, Yet leaves behind an empty space.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Murmurs Between the Stars
In the quiet of night, the sky softly glows, A secret it carries, a mystery it knows. The moon hums a song in a silver-white tone,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Mountain Path
Breathe in these words Scented like cut grass And lavender Traveling from my heart To yours Breathe them out To establish a pattern
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
We Sold Our Souls For Rock'n'Roll. Content Warning.
Introduction I haven't written a plagiaristic poem for a while, and, to my knowledge neither has anyone else, ever, but that is fine. The concept is documented by the link at the end of this poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Currency of a Heart
I once loved a man whose heart was a vault not a metaphor, but steel-walled, coded, and locked. His chest didn’t echo
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Hard Rainbows
In lands where silence speaks in storms, And sunlight hides from shape and form, There rise the arcs that pain has known—
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
floating
I expected to sink But the air in my lungs decided against it for today. Passivity pressing and constricting against every passion I fight for
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
La Signora Viola
Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki The veil is thin. The stories are authentic and, Surreal Some are spooky, some are friendly
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Reflection
I peeled myself again last night ten layers of skin shed on the floor naked in a room of mirrors that refused to lie. The last one came off slow
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
The Fight to Exist
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I Hear Music. Top Story - July 2025.
When I look across the trees, I hear music. A symphony of waves fills me as the wind moves the shoreline oh so slightly to the right... My right. A subtle rippling effect accompanies the breeze as deep evergreen becomes a brightened chartreuse. A layering of sound becomes visible as oaks lean and still stand tall against the bristling maples and rustled brush.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets