Stream of Consciousness

memory palace
I lost my best friend in 2020 he wanted me to talk to his new girl and I wouldn’t not on the phone and I certainly wasn’t going to follow her on ig
By Goldie Crimb2 years ago in Poets
Wind or Mind
Is it the wind that makes the sound or the mind that wakes me around It is not a distraction, but a magnetic pull drawing us in with or without our will
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Hope in Tatters is Still Hope
I know it's tough and the seas are rough, even on dry land, and you need a helping hand I know it feels like no one understands, no one knows what you're going through,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Masked, Disguised And Vulnerable
Can’t trust a poet Our thoughts are tied up in rhyme Hiding bleeding hearts
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Restless
Why can’t I go to sleep? No, Stop, Breathe. Don’t agitate yourself, Stop thinking about it so much, Daydream, Think about your favorite show,
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Poets
Hesychast
Forty days in the wilderness. In the wilderness for forty years. . Vows and promises. Promises and vows. So will I sing praise unto Thy name forever,
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Squorrel
one morning i’ve sworn on the high lawn possibly before dawn Rover had just gone whoopsies right near mums cyclamens and then
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Mind the Mess. Honorable Mention in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
My thoughts T U M B L E Washing machine mimicry with the bubbles foaming at the breaking point, rabid and chaotic. Dryer set to high to try and burn out the build-up of lint and lingering *white noise*
By Obsidian Words2 years ago in Poets
Walking Away
The air is still smoky with rosemary sage, and I’ve been thinking a lot about where I am now compared to where I’ve been, How the journey has been full of losses and wins.
By J.Skylar2 years ago in Poets
Nothing Much
i thought that i wrote a whole poem about nothing i thought it would be easy you see i cast aside my lame any silly thoughts of fame
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
the moon, the page, and the papercuts that just.won't.bleed
Today, I sit with my pen poised over The Page. Well does it earn those capital letters today My Nemesis. Sometimes the page is friendly. A well-coming well. Yawning in a most inviting way.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
To the one with Silver Rings and Perfect Tea
Do you regret asking my name? Saying hello to me with your ever-seeking gaze? Part of me believes I saw a change in you-
By Rae Janney2 years ago in Poets