Stream of Consciousness

Fleeting Sands.
Footsteps in soft sand, washed away before the tide. Was I ever here?
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Hereditas: Onus et Donum
The gift of life. The burden of living. What do the ancestors provide— Continuance? Comfort? Conformity? Many have spoken of nature and nurture—
By Tales from a Madmanabout a year ago in Poets
Living As A Muslim Isn't Hard
Living as a Muslim isn’t hard, they say, When faith lights your path and shows the way. With patience as your guiding star, No challenge feels too steep or far. Five daily prayers, a rhythm divine, A sacred pause in the rush of time. Each bow, each whisper, a soul’s embrace, A moment of peace, a heavenly space. Fasting through Ramadan, a test of the will, But the hunger fades, and your spirit fills. The dawn calls gently, the dusk brings grace, Teaching gratitude in its quiet embrace. Charity flows from a heart that’s kind, A duty to leave no one behind. For giving is joy, not a burden to bear, It’s love in action, a faithful prayer. Modesty wraps both the body and soul, A shield of honor, a noble goal. It’s not a hardship; it’s dignity worn, A symbol of beauty. Living as a Muslim isn’t hard, it’s true, With faith in Allah, you’re never untrue. Life has its trials, but with patience strong, You’ll find the path where you belong. The world may challenge, but trust your heart, Turn struggles to blessings, as believers must. For every hardship, relief will unfold, A promise from Allah, timeless and bold. So walk with patience and with faith as your guide, Let the Quran and Sunnah be your light. Living as a Muslim isn’t hard, you’ll see, When your heart beats strong with faith.
By Aysha Akhter about a year ago in Poets
Potion. AI-Generated.
They say there's no such thing as magic but this bottle knows better: black label, liquid amber, sealed with promises I keep pouring down my throat.
By Lover Boyabout a year ago in Poets
Memories Of White
sweet lavender lingers in memories of white interlaced fingers under pale moonlight wishes and promises surrendering hearts
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
I dream
I dream of a world without people who rage every day I dream of a world without people who abuse and offer silent, hidden violence each day
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Secrets
kept in my mind like something innocent left behind
By Tyler Hawthorneabout a year ago in Poets
Midnight
Your silence, your still, your chill Are an estranged embrace. Welcoming, yet aloof. Becoming, yet guarded. Everything sleeps
By Vanta Luminaabout a year ago in Poets
Glory
I’ve been pacing past the gates of glory far too many days. I hear her call me to her side - she calls me out by name. What lies beyond, it beckons me, and yet I still remain.
By Vanta Luminaabout a year ago in Poets
Where Did All The Happy Go?
was i ever good enough how do i compete with that a faker when things get too rough i'm getting old and getting fat my best ain't what it used to be
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Summer Fair
A small town’s fading tradition sparks an unexpected reunion The air in Willow Creek, Ohio, smelled like cotton candy and engine grease, the kind of scent that could only mean one thing: the county fair was back. For as long as anyone could remember, the fair had been the heartbeat of summer, a week when the town shook off its quiet and came alive with lights, laughter, and the promise of something magical. But in the summer of 2025, the fair was different. Word had spread that this might be its last year, a casualty of budget cuts and a world that didn’t seem to care about small-town traditions anymore.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
Spoken
I said a prayer for you again tonight just like I do every night I close my eyes and envision Jesus telling the disciples how
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets