Stream of Consciousness

Keep Me
Keep me blinded in a way that I can only see when You're leading me. Keep my ears closed in a way that I can only hear when
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Childhood Truths: Will Anyone Hear Me?. Content Warning.
I write this with great fear. I write this with great awareness that I can be ridiculed, hated, and shamed for something that I did NOT do. I write this with the imprint I will carry all my life. And I write this knowing there are thousands of little girls, now women, who can never speak the truths! I write this for them.
By Loretta Emmonsabout a year ago in Poets
What's So Special
What’s so special about being unique What’s so special about being different What’s so special about fitting in What's so special about fitting the status quo
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrations
Each celebration, not truly celebrated. Kind of, blown away in the wind. As I wash the dishes on a lonely New Year’s Eve,
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Poets
Identify the Triggers
Some days, I feel like crap. Today is one of those. The good thing is — I can pinpoint the reasons and the problems identified,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
an ABC poem of doubts
“anything is possible” may have been a lie birds chirp outside my window crying out in protest against this heat dead air hangs in the crevices of my home
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Choice. Content Warning.
There always were so many, Until there was one, And in that illusion, There were truly none. Over my body living I do what I please,
By Tinka Boudit She/Herabout a year ago in Poets
The Things I Don't Say. Runner-Up in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge. Top Story - June 2025.
I don’t say I’m tired of being the strong one. I envy the way rain lets go of the sky without apology. That sometimes, I imagine
By Denise Larkinabout a year ago in Poets
You Get What You Give
Reap what you sow Sow seeds of grace Grace under pressure Pressure pushing down Down the rabbit hole Wholehearted hate
By Alexis M. Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Day’s End
I walk confused in a direction of unknown. Not knowing which way to turn? Obstacle after obstacle in my way, trying to clear them by end of the day.
By Joe Boeschabout a year ago in Poets
I cannot enter the big world
I cannot enter the big world Yet Because they will not let me through the gates or Onto the escalators. They're reminded of the bones of my elbows and the
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
23. Content Warning.
Between all the calm, chaos happened. In all the luxuries, choice happened. Growing up was easy — But between all the desires, we became busy.
By Moonchild Writesabout a year ago in Poets