Stream of Consciousness

To all the dreamers
This one is for all the dreamers In the bounty existence that we breathe, Crafted with moments, captured by the fulfilled deeds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Panorama
The rooster crows, a rusty alarm, Sun peeks in, chasing morning's calm. Mama's pot sings a steamy song, Of yam porridge, thick and strong.
By Igwe Treasure2 years ago in Poets
The Laser's Eye: A Poem on Construction's Guiding Light
No longer tape and plumb bobs guide, A crimson eye, the future's tide. The laser scans, a silent sweep, Capturing details, secrets deep.
By Matt Sharon2 years ago in Poets
Read when you begin again
Welcome back, I saw you were having a hard time with something, even if you wouldn't tell me what it was. You handled it really well! See, you're smiling now but not that fake smile you gave me for the past two weeks every time I asked how you were feeling. Yes, I noticed. No, I'm not mad. Well ... how are you feeling?
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets
Teens Fall in Love, People Fall Out of Love
So why didn’t Romeo leave Juliet? What if Juliet cheated—would Romeo still fight for love? Demented love. The love of your life might be betraying you for someone else. So why does Mona Lisa profess false love? Does Romeo believe her?
By Marcelinus Apakhade2 years ago in Poets
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence
The eternal embrace of nature’s cry in the bane of existence How contradictory is the being of humanness in its unfathomable stance,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
My Pink Flowers I implore you
I need you to let me... Let me be the me I want to be so I can love the real you, I implore thee. Let my hair grow long, so you can brush it with your fingers.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
I think someone up there’s trying to talk to me
Every cul de sac looks the same in this part of town But mine is different somehow, it has to be And the birds fly low and one died in my yard on a day in September last year
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
inhabitant soul
In your existence I felt like home, with your touches I filled the void within my soul, for u I wrote verses of things I wanted to explore, yet who was I in your presence that has always been doomed
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
Fireworks
How beautiful would it be to be a firework. To tear through the sky then explode into a million sparks of colored light.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Life in the Mist
Icy gray fingers, like early morning frozen fog twirl my hair like puppet strings, unboxing the blue & broken things. They write doubt notes on the bathroom mirror
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Polluted Mosaic
I wrote the poem below during Week 4 of The Artist's Way, Julia Cameron's famous book and course for unlocking creativity. During this week, there's an exercise called Reading Deprivation, where you're supposed to minimize input by avoiding reading, watching TV, listening to audiobooks/podcasts, etc.
By Lola Sense2 years ago in Poets