Stream of Consciousness

First Snow
November air, Like monday’s gray skies, There’s too much night. We try to warm the bitterness, With libations soaked in cinnamon.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Somewhere In- Between
Lost in the silence surrounded by white An unbelievable stillness colors washed out of sight Autumn surrendered and fall fades away
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Crying Woof
Wet... tricks in the weaves Courts beneath its skin; trapping The jerk lets it out. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts.
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
On the socioeconomics of being humane
The socioeconomics of humanness lies in the beauty of balancing the aspects of togetherness and isolation. In a world where life coincides with the duality of forces, oscillating between the forces of light and dark, beauty and hate, love and hatred, birth and death, humans are the most endearing and detrimental beings ever to exist. The prowess of intellect and communication, with the stellar mind that created the strides of evolution and lapses of civilization, is undeniably the most striking aspect of what makes humans the most resilient beings of them all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Paul on Paul by Paul
Your name is Paul Stewart, is that correct? Yes, that is correct (You should know) You're 34 and have a BSc in English Literature, is that correct?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Reflection of a Soul
In the quiet, I hear you. In the stark silence, I hear you speak. A whisper really, as you peek from behind a partial shadow,
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The Forsaken Depths
Fallen into treacherous depths, A cloud of bats rushed out of the cave flying into the sky. Evokes terror in the innocent hearts.
By Malleswari2 years ago in Poets
Balance
I go to a wonderful writer's group called "Poetry Preserves". In this group we read a poem the moderator picks out, discuss it and then write about it and likewise we view a piece of art, discuss it and write about it. You can of course write about whatever you like or you can follow the poem and art as a prompt. The above piece of art inspired the below poem.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
Awakening Greatness
Out of the bowels of every great man, Flows rivers of living water, This water gives life to every dead thing it encounters, In his bones are endless flames of fire shut up, A consuming fire that refines everything in its path, Water and fire, A seemingly odd pair, But these are the things that dwell inside the great, A burning desire to be a difference, Yet a calm flow that awakens from death, Greatness is calling, Whose primary requirement is communion with a higher being, An intimate relationship that lasts from age to age, Its fruits impacting many generations, Journeying from north to south and east to west, Until all are refined and become one with greatness
By Maud Agyemang-Gyau 2 years ago in Poets
Poetry and Poets
Poetry and Poets Poetry is rhythmic speech that encompasses all forms of art in its jewels; songs, joyful music, dance, expression, and deep emotions.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
t.h.e. deliberations. Content Warning.
you tell me i am alive see monkey me see monkey you i listen, i be, i speak different things ask me why i will not live right
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
I wrote this sitting on the toilet
I wrote this while sitting on the toilet boxers and shorts at my ankles Okay so that part was written before sitting on the toilet
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets