Stream of Consciousness

Depression-Era
Vintage craftmanship From a time of great hardship You are still treasured. +++ Stories you could tell Of tears, fears and poverty
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The One My Heart Breaks For
My bones are weary My brain yearns For sleep but alas I sit alone and ponder The moments of my day The conversations Words spoken
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Poets
FAST TURTLE
Turtles are one of the slowest animals... Ever! Until you look real close... They are glitchy! Their leg movements seem to stutter-glitch?
By Victor Mendez2 years ago in Poets
Glory
" I would die for your hair." That's what someone told me today. So my hair is a very low maintenance part of me. I've forgotten to put new shampoo in the shower, and am perfectly fine using my body wash on my hair. I cut it myself without any fear of making a mistake with it, because it's just hair.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Numb-er
Why is love so wildly impractical? Why do we act all funny~freaky~fanatical? Why can’t I find joy in being a monk instead?
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Lonely
Loneliness, Just another adjective to add today Yeah I got people who know me by name But does anyone know me by my faith?
By Sibley Shamra2 years ago in Poets
Luna
Sometimes I feel like a luna moth, that the purpose of my life is to find my passion and what I love in life while fluttering in the night,
By Anon2 years ago in Poets
The Spirit's Journey
The Spirit’s Journey This poem reflects the journey of the soul, from spiritual beginnings, through material distractions, and back to spiritual wisdom in old age.
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
A Land Yet to Bloom
I dream of a land where voices shine like sunlight, where truth rises with the dawn, stretching across every street, every city,
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
Dismissed, But Not Defeated
Do You See Us Now? They called her a liar, spat in her face with gavel and grin, let the wolves circle— and you? You sat there, nodding,
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
Weekend Nonsense
I’m the daughter of an angel Love men who remind me of candy I’m a master of the angles A mathematic vigilante If it’s too good, then, it must be
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Is It the Beginning or Ending??
The minute I saw the skies colored in pure and innocent candy colors, I had begun to wonder within my doomsday thinking if it’s really the end of the line
By Guillermo2 years ago in Poets