Stream of Consciousness

Is There Any Human In Our Humanity?
We preach about equality and teach our children how to share We encourage curiosity teaching what dangers to beware * We use words like please and thank you
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Internal Aches
The craving for darkness is insatiable Yet you never indulged me in such “immorality” Is it unbecoming of a woman to consume with only her hands in a bout of desire?
By Kyleigh Richard 2 years ago in Poets
Love And Pocket Change
And the night rolls along like a Slow moving train I gave you everything I loved and so much more My heart and soul and self esteem, down to my last pocketful of change
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Gold and Fame, a Hollow Game – What Truly Matters? 💰
Poet’s Note: We often forget that life itself is simple—it is merely being, breathing, existing. Yet, we tangle it in complexities of our own making—overthinking, chasing, doubting. This poem is an ode to the paradox of human existence and a call to embrace simplicity with grace. May it inspire you to unravel the unnecessary and rediscover the essence of living. 🌿✨
By PRABAL TR PRO2 years ago in Poets
Who Said This Was Your Land
I go down to the sea, Watch the ocean running back at me, Sun so hot, water so cool, Tell me who it is, that is the fool.
By Calvin London2 years ago in Poets
Treasure Hunter
It's buried deep hidden within a chest that's locked You'll need a key and to decipher the clues laid out in the hues of smiling eyes
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The Underneath. Content Warning.
Am I meant to be waiting for something to happen? Will it? (a beat. realisation) I’m officially eighteen. Yay… It doesn’t feel very different. A year older but with a shit-tonne more responsibility. Here we go. The road to 30.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Intuitive Interior
Intuitive Interior They say “Intuition isn’t enough” As you must be accountable. The scent of bleach, taints. Papers feigned chemical clarity.
By Paul Beckett2 years ago in Poets
3/30/25
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Yeh... Because I am Just absolutely totally known for my balanced, Mature, Reasonable, non-eXtreme, Normal, behavior!!! - 🙂 LOL! 🙂 NOT!!!. Content Warning.
! Yeh... <sarcastic snigger> Because I am Just absolutely totally known for my balanced, Mature, Reasonable, non-eXtreme, Normal, behavior!!! - 🙂 LOL! 🙂 <comically exaggerated facepalm> NOT!!!
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 years ago in Poets
Begabond
I beg the rain to wash away my sad discontentment, and along with it, may my resentment rush towards rivers, in far away lands.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
i am not okay. Content Warning.
i am not okay. i sat there, crossed legs and arms, on the sidewalk where i broke down, just like my car up the road. because i couldn't go any farther
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets