Stream of Consciousness

Unsaid Observations
Late at night, when I can not rest and unfinished thoughts rise in my chest Quietly still, I try to lay till untold words are caught
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Puddles Of Gold
June's strands of gold spills over, puddling at my feet Silently cold, exposure thoughts remaining, incomplete time expires, urging a word
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Forecast
So many unasked answers the non-mysteries piling up like yesterday's laundry moved from the bedroom chair to the laundry room
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Coy Justice
You probably won't buy this, but I'm serious Contemporary reality seems more and more like bad fiction Most of us can't quite believe it, but we have to live with it
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Exposing Crystallum
June 23: Crystallography of Secrets- Create a scientific study of how secrets form different crystal structures based on their nature. Include classification system and growth conditions. Use geological terminology to describe emotional states. Consider how secrets change under pressure. End with breaking open a fully formed secret crystal. - Daily Poetry Writing Prompts 2025
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
Touch Me. Content Warning.
"Touch me," I whisper, but he only touches my body, rough, raw hands. He doesn’t understand that I meant touch me the way that first gasp
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
the way things are, now
I still dream of sun-kissed bricks under bare feet Of hot soup on the stove Of origami books on your kitchen table Of your splayed arms, open like a bird’s wings
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Art Will Fix Your Mental Health Issues
Mental health issues are scary— and they're rising in magnitude. People are desperate for relief, but available helps, are not necessarily right.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Midflight
Still as glass Reflection's past Haunted faces Touch the surface With my fingertips Disturb the silence Unwind the image
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
Echoes in an Empty Room
My cries reverberate off of crown molding the dentil white of it grinning. My shadow is laughing at me, dancing on tip toes to the silence of "told you so".
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
As Artificial Scents are Making Us Sick
I am an artist and a scientist— a naturalist too. I am not in the show business, marketing, or corporate fields. My alliance lies in honesty,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Veridis Quo
10 thousands days ago I dropped from a fever caught cold You came to me in song A dream that passed for so long I couldn’t seek the truth
By Krystiana Lontosabout a year ago in Poets