Stream of Consciousness

The Floor Needs Mopping Too
So I guess it's time to write a poem Heck, everyone expects me too And since the dishes need doin' And the laundry needs foldin'
By Oneg In The Arctic5 months ago in Poets
Forever Lagging
Moving forward My feet dragging backward An icy shiver traced my eyebrows Goosebumps erupt My nerves feel totally wrecked
By Sun Bee5 months ago in Poets
Eris' Discord. Top Story - May 2026.
Feeling heavy in spirit With a broken heart Your poisoned dart Aimed, fired, and hit true Fire shooting in my veins There are stones on my chest
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Poets
Frozen Water's Edge
Ice is like death: hauntingly beautiful in its stillness. It’s quiet and spreads like cancer through the earth. Even the wild bodies of water lie at the feet of ice, and freeze to winter’s touch. ‘Be still,’ it claims, forcing all things around it to suffocate in the silence it creates.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey5 months ago in Poets
Four AM Blues
Four chimes in sleet grey gloom, and every time the silence looms a phantom breath whispers. No corner lies unchecked, no cranny unswept -
By S. A. Crawford5 months ago in Poets
Queenie
I wrote this in 1967. I am sharing from my creative analog world of 1967 to my very digital world in 2026. Adobe Firefly Once I was among a group
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Choices Made
In the heat of existence Between heaven and hell That strives for persistence Until the untimely final bell All things matter to those who wait
By Jason Morton5 months ago in Poets
Dead Of Night
The legends say There was an ancient demon Who roamed the streets In the dead of night He scoured for maidens Of all ages and forms
By Snarky Lisa5 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Poem
Lollipops are my favorite candy. One was tasty, it melted into my denture. I was so serious checking my bank which is devastating. Then I tried to take my lollipop out my upper denture came out too. Not gross guys, it is a nice thing to chew ones food. I laughed out loud.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
Moving On
Grabbing my roll-on bag Tossing my purse over my shoulder I head for the door You just can’t believe I’ll walk out on you
By Mother Combs5 months ago in Poets
if not me
this poem is about doing the right thing especially when it is unpopular, because it is unpopular. *******************************************
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Poets
Thought Strings
Controlled by strings, Thoughts not my own - Pushed, pulled. Here, there. Disturbing things And darkness sown... My plight not rare.
By Krysha Thorp5 months ago in Poets