Stream of Consciousness

What's a Heart to Do?
Things I haven’t said out loud That thought alone is a little scary. Things that I’ve wondered in the back of my mind Even while my mind has wander off into a beautiful oasis
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
(Un)Fortunate Cookies
Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you... ...unless you are a troublesome person. * You are a loyal friend... ...until you matter to no one.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Adagio
Cello's beautiful lament breaching my senses adagio river of gentleness flows to my cast heart the notes bobbing elegantly
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Bull
I can now be that girl Where the others will sit in my lap And let me play with their hair. I can now comment on my friend's fishtail braid
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Color by Number
sitting at a faux wood desk barely big enough to accommodate my frame crossing out colors on the bossy art instruction sheet
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Eternal Nature, Sacred Earth
O Nature! Thou infinite wind of grace, The beat that throbs in every when and where. From lush valleys to the sea's wild roar,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
"A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die".
Within books, lore, fables and generational tales of old, we search for knowledge beyond ourselves, beyond the cosmos. What lies beyond the beyond...locked within that which we assume is a black void of nothingness.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
God Send
You saw right through my tears, my gears my fears you held my heart in your hand you dissected it methodically tear by tear
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Ripple Effect
mingling, tingling creation's sensations ringing and signaling unique common occasions singing and leaning out over the edge of the ledge
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Just Close Your Eyes
It took a lifetime to understand I'd already disappeared It wasn't ever something I had planned Little by little no one noticed I was here
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
A Light a breath
A beautiful breath, as if the light and purity of the soul could speak the language of angels. Desire turned into simply being.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Aanikobijigan
Aanikobijigan – Ancestor = 7 generations – great grandparents and great grandchildren Our Great Grandparents thought about what they would need, and what their great grandchildren will need:
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets