Stream of Consciousness

White
He inherited the tightly folded linens, starched corners, brittle creases, bleached until they could no longer recall every harsh argument around the table
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Prayer
Sun is shining bright Because darkness hates the Light Say "Hallelujah!" + + + With her comes hope, peace A righteous hope will not cease
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Ghosts in Our Blood
They came with crosses and contracts, their ink still wet with promises— *progress, salvation, civilization*— words that tasted like rust in our mouths.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Love
In silence, your name becomes my sweetest song, A rhythm in my soul where you belong. Eyes closed, I see your smile so bright,
By Md. Muzammal Rahman Pirabout a year ago in Poets
Mirror, Mirror On the Wall
PAST Mirror, Mirror on the wall Tell me what you saw Can you tell me where I’ve been Or would you rather leave it unseen?
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Happiness Quotes: Words That Spark Joy in a Fast-Paced World
In a world that never seems to pause, happiness can feel like a moving target. Yet, in the middle of life's chaos, the right words—those magical, soul-soothing lines—can bring a smile, a sigh of relief, or even a spark of inspiration. That’s where happiness quotes come in. They’re more than just pretty sentences. They’re reminders. Anchors. Sometimes even lifelines.
By O. R Waveabout a year ago in Poets
Door
I crack it open softly letting a single sliver of soft golden light pour in, a solitary ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Real Richness
It’s very tristeza — the nueva generación is in the grip of tentaciones, talking only materialismo. They chase dinero, want propiedad,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Who is she?
She’s looking at me, but I don’t recognize her. Her hair is dyed black now, to conceal all the grays, Her eyes have dark circles where she once put highlighter,
By Samantha Coxwellabout a year ago in Poets
Through the Crystal Screen
I see you. Hearts open, arms outstretched. For good, for grief, for vengeance, for revival for another life. You beg,
By H.M.Wardenabout a year ago in Poets
Almost, My Almost: A Ghost Love in Four Acts
The Poem of Loss "Almost, My Almost" They say grief has five stages, but no one warns you about the sixth: the haunting of 'almost'. That limbo between love and loss where every memory wears two faces - what was and what could have been. This is where I live now, in the museum of our nearly-was, where even the air smells of interrupted futures.
By WhitedSonnetabout a year ago in Poets
The New Norm
I'm ashamed to say it, but life's lost it's zest though I keep those thoughts hidden, kept close to my chest So that no one around me would ever guess
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets