Stream of Consciousness

"LIFE MEANING IS A MANY SPLENDERED THING". Content Warning.
This was inspired through my living so many decades of life intensely and creatively! This is dedicated to all young human beings to learn the difference between being addicted to love and real love, of true compassion and friendship that must go hand in hand with companionship.’
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
An Ode to a great leader
My commander lies on a bed of roses, His pulse denied, his body turned to ashes, An eulogy I have prepared, but engulfed by sadness,
By Ricky Lahiri2 years ago in Poets
Israel-Palestine War
They have bombs in Israel Which they throw from the skies Poor old Palestinians subhuman Let them all die. And they said the Palestinians are cruel
By Ricky Lahiri2 years ago in Poets
A Breath Of Fresh Air. Top Story - May 2024.
Why do they call it "falling in love" when it is something much more romantic than that? I didn't fall into your arms, let go of my defenses, spill my vulnerabilities out from my heart and let you catch the pieces.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Some pain.
some pain is like this which are also within And are also outside. This is what pain is like that there is this canker wound inside And outside it is a joke. writing.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
The Sweetness of Dreaming
in my dreams i become one with the moon and stars in my dreams i am nothing and everything all at once in my dreams i am the me i see in my mind
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Quiet
This is bliss This is heaven My lips are still My mind is quiet I nod and I smile I wave and I giggle Let others talk
By Lily2 years ago in Poets
Pre-emptive Mourning
Pre-emptive mourning. That is the only way I can accurately describe this feeling. Have you ever grieved the loss of someone you did not love, or had not even met yet?
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Theatrics
my whole life is freaking theatrics a never ending performance all i do is act but to me its real everyone is in the audience
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
To melt the ice
this island does not hold me No longer does ice eternally freeze Warmth melts away the cold Heat from a source unknown Chill from a source unbased
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
What About Pills Or Smoke On Mother's Day?
Mother's Day - A trip to the river late! Picking up groceries for the grad party and Mother's Day picnic for today's date. I will pick up my pills that didn't come in the mail. But I had to go to the clinic to be given bail.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
This is how the world will end
This is how the world will end, Not with a flood, But with a tear... This is how the world will end, Not with the blast of a horn,
By Yasemin Yiğit Kuru2 years ago in Poets