Stream of Consciousness

Visionary Grief
I am separate from others. My mind lives in its own locked room. I throw out my language rope, it dangles down from the open window.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Colors Of The Past
Remembering backyard adventures As kids laughing on the lawn Sailing through the years together Until every moments dead and gone
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
BUMPY ROADS. Content Warning.
Going down the bumpy roads Was so heavy with the loads Then I sat and thought about It…. Governments are bunch of toads Speak my mind won’t cross the line
By Haychie_Artistabout a year ago in Poets
Vida is a Regalo and Milagro
This vida We take for granted Is a regalo A milagro. Don’t let it Go to waste Do what makes You feel feliz. For me, it’s:
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
I Can Fly (Maybe!)
I must be my imagination Making me think this way All of a sudden, I feel euphoric Got a big smile on my face today Imagine that I think I can fly
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Between Heaven
You reach down I hold on tight And I rise, past the stars into the blue with no horizon I freefall through the air, my lungs
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Dear you
Dear you, I remember twice a month we'd think of each other, And it'd be nice for a change to simply smile. No matter how far down into myself I was burrowed,
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Her Element
I remember her eyes; they glinted as angel wings. She glanced up from reading a book. The book was The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Memorial Day 2025. Content Warning.
After sleeping in today, I decided to create this commentary into a video story song. This is my commentary regarding the occupation of the Whitehouse by demented evil clowns who create destruction, death, and genocide.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Out Of Time
The clock goes tick tock on the walls The stars change alignment each day at sunfall All reminders of the passage of time
By Snarky Lisaabout a year ago in Poets
The Climb
I have learned that gentleness in parenting isn’t just softness but a reverence for the rhythm between the comfort of the trail
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Light Beyond
In lines of light that come From behind the inside-behind of the sun, Whorls of vibrating patterns Call this space ‘life’,
By Sabayo Matikuabout a year ago in Poets