Stream of Consciousness

Garden
Gentle rain singing a soft lullaby to till a garden for planting.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
New Year Reflections
As the flame of another year flickers low, burning embers of what-ifs float on passing breeze, carrying all the dones and all the
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Better Days
you are more precious, beyond any treasure here. Keep looking forward.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Boundaries
The shadows creep, trying to reach through the barricade, but every wall, every brick, she’s installed knows their wicked shape
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Beyond The Echoes Of The Heart
I. Whispers of Longing In the tranquility of night, a voice emerges, A gentle melody, subtle yet captivating. Through the expansive corridors of the heart,
By Tendayi Ngwerume2 years ago in Poets
The World Goes On. Content Warning.
Here in the garden where no one stands behind me I search for my sun through the dance of the lightning. Here in the dark
By Sara Wynn2 years ago in Poets
When Life Hits Different
The first Morning stretch after the best sleepLife hits different when I go to sleep after I weep Sitting on the last bench when we secretly ate our snacks Life hits different when we're cheating and the teacher's at our backs
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Jill Frost
She looks out, the glass half mirrored, half crystalline, all a glow in the golden light of morning, a flicker of an ember within her
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
"LOST IN THE DARKNESS". Content Warning.
LOST IN THE DARKNESS 2025 I spend hours creating the videos to flow with my music. I embelish each song lyric with my heart and soul. I had over 20 years of musical training from toddler to my adult years. I sang and created music on an old upright piano as I was growing up.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
le chef d'oeuvre de la vie
I— within the memories replayed I—sat and watched within my mind's eye a spectrum of experience beside my lover, my friend
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
A Tintype Day
The day started with a Hurricane. They say it's good luck, rain on a wedding day, but the sky was gray. Puddles reflecting the somber tone
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Repeative
Same old story I’m telling But its my story My words may seems repetitive And my poems have the same themes But its my life
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets