Stream of Consciousness

Humans
We may look and talk different, our genetics and cultures may vary, we may worship different gods— but humans want the common things:
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
When Horror Whispered and I Listened Not
I. He came not as a ghost in chains, Nor crawled from crypts or clawed through rains, But quiet, clothed in mortal thought,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Nostalgia
Life’s journey may have scattered us here and there. We may be playing, with a digitals devices, addicted to them, deep down we know,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Important Man and Weak Woman
He was an important man, at least, he thought so. Back then, in his times, a little college education brought decent job.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Am I Ready?. Content Warning.
Do it. It won't be so bad. The water will give you peace like you never had. No one will miss you after that spell. Anyone who asks could be told you're in Hell.
By Adam Wallaceabout a year ago in Poets
Quibble
Whirling dreams combust as fireworks. I have trouble breathing because of the kitty-litter-infested-old-house that sat on my chest.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Whoops
Whoops, I didn't mean to stalk your page When will these thoughts go away Accidently pressed the follow button Then gain control of my impulses and unfollowed
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Wanderer
Moon in PiscesThe wanderer I seek to find What I already know to be true A picture of me And a portrait of you I searched high and low
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
Lose And Gain
So much to lose Still, a lot to gain So much to choose Hope I pick the right lane What am I going to do This life is filled with pain
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Invisible
Invisible to those around me Never seen for what I am worth Lost in this cycle of ever trying To invoke my serious growth
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Poets
The Sunset Was Extra Special Today
There is something so beautiful about independence The feel of freedom Of trust Of letting go of fear and hesitation Of humiliation.
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets
The AM Attack
Every morning, next ... next to an AM. A werewolf... tv stuff. Making forgetters... in no trouble It hollers very, very fine ... Making a forgettter With a mate, Wakes! Next to an AM ... tv stuff. An ambush! Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets