Stream of Consciousness

Those Three Words
Ringing through my mind Like tolling church bells I scarcely believed it possible But yes, After all this time Have found the one
By Savannah K. Wilsonabout a year ago in Poets
Your Dreams Can Be a Reality
Within each beat of a dying heart As ragged breaths struggle to escape Past memories begin to depart Playing out in my mind like a tape,
By Daniel Millingtonabout a year ago in Poets
I didn't see me
Days have passed, it has rained and some sunshine had come by, and I couldn't feel anything. My body grew, my arms, exploded, my tights and my belly emerged like a volcano, and I didn't see me. I continued to get bigger, to eat without conscious, control or even a paused. I didn't see me. Years passed and I lost me..... I lost my connection between mind and body and I lost myself to the darkness daily routine. I became a machine, just doing, just making things without feeling, without creativity. I didn't see me and I couldn't feel myself neither.
By Lasha Deselaabout a year ago in Poets
Origins.
When I first was handed this site, In a cardboard box tied with a bow, I kept it in my pocket for someone to show me how to use it properly.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
A Change of Dream(ery), Even for One Night
Martin Luther had a dream, The world came to adore. Fleetwood Mac sang about dreams, A great hit song for sure. I myself have many dreams,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
The Quiet Side of the Moon
No one noticed Mira. Under a sycamore tree that blossomed late and shed early, she sat on the same bench in the university courtyard every morning. She sketched faces she never dared to meet, listened to delicate jazz in one earphone, and lived in a tranquil orbit.
By sazzad hossainabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers Between the Light and Dark
I used to wonder if shadows had voices, Whispering secrets of the forgotten, Of lost things, broken and bound in silence,
By Vishwaksenabout a year ago in Poets
A Right to Be. Content Warning.
The smile shines brightly on their face. The laughter echoes loudly right on pace. They put on a show. Hiding is all they know.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Poets
Night Awakens
Wanting a warm blanket of sunshine to wrap around me and keep me warm in the morning. I submit to his touch as his hands cross my body, his breathe on my neck as he pulls me closer. Whispers in my ear and brings my thoughts to life. Erasing all my fears and lets my anxieties go to rest in his arms. I desire him wanting to fill a void in my heart, wanting a new and fresh start. I want the closeness I crave the connection. Sometimes it’s just about the cuddle and knowing someone is with you in the dark.
By Aaron Wabout a year ago in Poets
A Paint Bucket of Colors
I recorded this without my script. So, I recorded in a regular conversation. I was going to write a poem. However, I felt like jumping into my paint bucket to speak my thoughts from my dreams.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
"Sic est vita" - Thus is Life
Some things in life you can’t control, Even if you would like. Other things that happen conjure feelings of dislike, Some things you fight with heart and soul,
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Paraíso Sin Creencia. Content Warning.
When there's no proof of disease, the panic starts to set in, hinting an inevitable suffocation. So you have to do whatever it takes
By Aaron Callowayabout a year ago in Poets