Stream of Consciousness

Healing Love
He could fill up the doorway Both body and soul She hid out with her monsters Who had taken control Leaving her to ponder
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Sketch
Absently, I draw A picture Etched in my mind A doodle here A line there Shade this line darker Color in the shapes With each stroke
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Love Note
You know, maybe I should write my self my own love notes. I mean, who knows me better than me? Is it weird to want a love note? Maybe a secret admirer? Now that's a part I've played for several people I've known , just to make them them know that someone cared. I have a friend that's done that for me and it's very sweet. I've left baskets on doorsteps with cards signed " your secret admirer" just to give them a boost in life. Everyone wants to feel wanted, whether they admit it or not.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Deep Water
Life tosses you in doesn't care if you can swim doesn't care if it's cold or it's not When you sink to the bottom the light is forgotten
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Another Day
After I hit my knees with praise and prayer Sippin on joe Something stirred in my mind, something I’ve never thought before
By Sibley Shamra2 years ago in Poets
O! My Soul!
O my soul! O my soul! Worship thy Holy name, Breathe in my breath of life Open your eyes to this world Blessed be your soul,
By Sibley Shamra2 years ago in Poets
DOUBT / GOD
doubt— it is sewn onto my back like a quilt it is warm with familiarity and heavy on my shoulders doubt weighs me down with immensity
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
what i will remember the most. Content Warning.
in the time it took so many things could have did happen and did not occur when he was here X marks the approximate teaching is frivolous
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
scratch marks. Content Warning.
Bind my hands And bond my feet Clamp my tongue between my cheek. Don't let me out Never mind my cries 'Cause all I'll do is write, write, write.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
Fly Me?
Fly me to the moon can we trust the rockets more doubting air safety ✈️ controllers were fired by the convicted felon no confidence now
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Home Is Where The Heart Is
the floorboards announced his arrival groaning with every step that he took they pondered the chance of survival as they read the room, much like a book
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Geoffrey Chaucer (c. 1343–1400, England) – The Canterbury Tales
The Frame Narrative The story begins with a prologue in which Chaucer introduces the setting: a group of 29 pilgrims gather at the Tabard Inn in Southwark, near London, preparing for their pilgrimage to Canterbury. The host of the inn, Harry Bailey, suggests that to pass the time, each pilgrim should tell two tales on the way to Canterbury and two on the way back. The best storyteller will receive a free meal upon their return, paid for by the other pilgrims.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets