Stream of Consciousness

My H-a-v-o-c
You smiled and the light touched my s-o-u-l You spoke and my pulse forgot to h-i-d-e You looked and my calm split like f-i-r-e
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
The Clock
Tick the kettle boils the toast goes cold you blink. your coffee? stale. a child laughs somewhere down the hall you miss it.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A Stranger’s Echo.
He is calm. A stillness in a storm I won’t address. A storm that grows inside of me, But i refuse to confess. * His eyes are brown, perhaps,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
The Peace
This is such a beautiful lilting melody, with lyrics that remind us that we can just be. We are spiritual beings with bodies, and our minds are the battlefield of the War of the Worlds, the spiritual world and the natural world clashing over our thoughts and actions.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
When the Sky Forgot to Hold Back
When the Sky Forgot to Hold Back The sky cracked open like a tired heart, Too full to hold its sorrow apart. And down it came — the monsoon sigh,
By Lokesh Kumarabout a year ago in Poets
MIRRORS. 🪞
I still remember the first time. Tiny hands, wide eyes. I was nine, holding up a mirror. * And within was a reflection that didn’t hate me back.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
2:13 a.m.
I miss you. Well. Not you. I miss you wanting me. I miss the way I’d get excited when I’d see your name light up on my phone.
By Sandor Szaboabout a year ago in Poets
We Are Mere Guests
We are humans. We often think what we see now was always like that. Nope — it was very different. Here where I live, in suburban Southern California,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Writer, Author, Creator, Poet
Words rises, ignited towards excellent reasoning Allowing unique truth, honoring others' revelations Causing reflection evolving art to open revolution
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
My Public Diary
I know using a public platform as a diary is bizarre to see But I can’t help what comes out of me True artists will understand
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
5/1/25
I sit here hugging the ocean And yet I hold nothing Choking on tears of fear Of futures lost Was it just a stepping stone
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Mothers, Take care
You must have heard: "God is one, but He can't be everywhere — so He made mothers." Mothers — the saviors, of the vulnerable kids,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets