Stream of Consciousness

Resilience of the Human Spirit
In the face of trials, in the darkest night, The human spirit finds its light. A power deep, a force unknown, That rises up when left alone.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
The Inner Voice
There’s a voice within, a quiet guide, Soft and still, where truths reside. Yet, too often, we cannot hear, Drowned by others' voices, doubt and fear.
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
Fear and the Fight Within
Fear stands like a shadow deep in the night, A whispering voice that dims your light, It creeps through the cracks of a hopeful heart,
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
Connecting the dot
You cannot see the road ahead, The path that waits, unknown, unsaid, The dots will only make their shape When time has passed, and fate’s escape
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
Sunday Scaries
A breach filling with empty space. Dark and damp with half-forming ideas that lurk in the cracks and crevices of the brick and mortar.
By Fiona Nneka2 years ago in Poets
Eating The Pets
I never thought love would look like this— us, sitting here at candlelight, but instead of wine and roses, we’re carving into… a schnauzer?!
By Wolf Lancaster2 years ago in Poets
as everything clings to my body
The light of the world grows dim, as the Nimbostratus unleashes its dihydrogen monoxide (water falling from the sky) cleansing all the land and all it holds
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Welcome to my Stream September 15th 6.27pm to 6.32pm
I need to tell you something before we go any further - Come here. I don't like letting you in here Because it's mine. Not Gollum mine, although it is precious
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
If You Can Keep Your Calm
If you can keep your calm when all around you Are losing theirs and placing blame on you, If you can trust yourself when others doubt you
By The Big Bad 2 years ago in Poets
You're the Filter
Let the shouting sea summersault through you Absorb the polluted, peculiar profusion of the possible Percolate it into pellucid, purified poetry
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
All Alone
we all carry within us what no other knows both joy and pain love, sorrow and hope the sun rises and sets the clouds come and go
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
FALLEN
The creaking branches fall into the forest bed below. I hear them, not giving up the fight but losing the battle, with gravity, with time, with fate. My eyes see sunlight splattered among the wilting flora, the fallen leaves, the long, thin trees fallen, fallen, fallen like a battle-hardened soldier taking one last stand, fallen, kissing the autumn wind and never to fall again, fallen, fallen. Fallen like the bitter heart that seeks no reprieve in the ashen dusk, fallen! Fallen like an eternity stretched into the bottomless abyss, fallen! Yet the sun shines even on these, if only enough space is left among the branches for it to reach through. Fallen, yes, but not forsaken. Fallen, but not forgotten. Fallen like an angel that utters no cry as it plunges into the sun, fallen.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets