Stream of Consciousness

Sails
Feelings tossed on the waves like a sailboat on an ocean Her heart, the sails pulling taut or letting go in a symphony of emotions
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Quirky
Camden is the only place I know with crying jumpers. A shrine for cult classics and endless memes. It smells like a car boot sale, scent of leather and vinyls.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Poets
What's in your hands?
Who are we to claim a hand that can depreciate value? Gold is anything until we take hold mine is too small for anything anyway
By Jui Han2 years ago in Poets
With Self At Peace
To spend the days aligned with me To stop the noise and shut my eyes, my ears To hide from thunder – open your wings! For you have brought me, where I should be
By Laura Rodben2 years ago in Poets
A Bringer of Both
Quarter past two circles before a new rise ocean ways to express, pick pick pick! for damn sake, don’t ever forsake Behold, my love! But love, is it love?
By Jui Han2 years ago in Poets
February 1 holiday
This is for Mike’s February unofficial poetry challenge - Another Valentine Perspective - A Mikeydred February Dollar Prompt For All Vocal Creators - link at the bottom.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Fog
A cloaking veil hangs over the dew-laden earth, and whispers sweet nothings. +++ And in the silence of the shrouded morning, she sees
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Pile
The alarm rings my arms outstretch they are quickly filled dirty laundry dirty dishes spilled milk that tiny eyes are crying over
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Slammed Shut
Why is it that the door to January is always so heavy each day seems to plod along like a worm whom is imitating a wet noodle,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Colony
tiny and black scavengers all hunting scraps of sugar an oasis of toddler’s crumbs found left under a window. I wonder
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Breaking Past Demons. The Saga Continues
Confession time. I was diagnosed with ADHD as of Wednesday 1/31/25. So, what does this new chapter of my life look like? I have no clue.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Who Wove It Better?
The web on the left shall be Exhibit A, and the one on the right shall be Exibit B. Exhibit A is the neat and orderly type, goes to bed at a decent hour and gets up early. This rockstar knows the mission, and commits fully- no matter the weather or wind. There ain't nothing' gettin' in the way of this allstar arachnid. It's full- throttle with the symmetry and optical balance over on this side.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets