Stream of Consciousness

YaQuisha
Broken glass window outlook looking out should've been a good day happiness..,good music...good food that kiss that look
By John Scipio4 months ago in Poets
“From Nowhere to Nowhere”. Content Warning.
I wrote this poem when I was 17 years old. It reflects the emotions, confusion, and intensity of that time in my life. I’m sharing it now as it was originally written, the voice of a young girl trying to understand herself and the world around her.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Buzzed (A Memory of a Girl)
I. Pink Floyd screams in my ears as the four walls close in to hide the streaming tears. and rusts my shield of tin. II.
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
Friday Evening
Is there anyone else feeling the tilt The pull to something dark and I thought about him again today. Of course. We're definitely going to go see Dad On the day. On the third.
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
Where He Belongs. Honorable Mention in Out of Order Challenge.
Tomorrow, I will apologize for the things I haven't said yet. I can see it— that small collapse around the eyes, but anger weighs more than regret.
By SUEDE the poet4 months ago in Poets
Out of Order...
When your in a court room the judge can yell out of order But what about in life We each can be the judge, jury, and executioner
By J.W. Baird4 months ago in Poets
The Letter. Runner-Up in Out of Order Challenge.
that letter sat quietly in my mailbox with its news for nearly a week when my eyes finally saw what it was my knees trembled and my heart felt weak
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden4 months ago in Poets
Shopping With My Eleven-Year-Old Granddaughter
At eleven, you know most everything There is very little you don't know about things having to do with other little girls for sure.
By Denise E Lindquist4 months ago in Poets
Unseen
The night was still, save for a breathless sigh that wandered pale through chamber, hall, and stair. And though no mortal shape disturbed the eye, I felt a presence lingering somewhere... Not seen, but sensed.
By Amber4 months ago in Poets
𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕖𝕕
if it's the flowers i love then it's the weeds that i adore their tenacious existence far from structured flowerbeds and choreographed lives
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
What the Window Kept
Steam climbs the glass from instant noodles balanced on a paint tin beside the sink. ~ Outside, the neighbor in 4C waters tomatoes
By Ahmet Nazif Sati4 months ago in Poets
STREAMS IN TIME
I am a stream in time.. a millenia Rushing down a mountain of reality.. Gathering strength, As I run rapids of raging moments..
By Victor Mendez4 months ago in Poets