Stream of Consciousness

I'm sorry for fighting for us
I'm sorry I loved you so fiercely, I bled crimson on your floors, rage like caustic acid rain in my mouth. I'm sorry my words, like a tempest, disintegrated everything you toiled to build, towering skyscrapers of emptiness looming over our bed as I clasped your hand. I'm sorry for annihilating all that never existed, and in truth, I'm sorry for endeavoring to create. I'm sorry for striving to flourish, I'm sorry for seeking to harvest the fruits of my labor. I'm sorry for being arduous, a burden for you, a mere tick on your to-do list, a wearisome task.
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
Confession
My own secret Only my mind hears it Holding so dearly- It's not so bad, really I'm struggling clearly With truth, that's merely
By Vincent Manta2 years ago in Poets
Every Date
Every Date I’m your one-time girl. A heart on her sleeve Wishing to be a pearl A lack of interest I perceive But, the treatment I receive
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Poets
The End of War
I was walking by the river red Of tears and blood it was made The hauntings of ghosts’ past-dead long ago The imprint of the demagogue never fades.
By Ricky Lahiri2 years ago in Poets
Life Lessons
In school I learned a constant the speed of light, and out of school I learned another constant the change in life. ©️kajee
By Timeless Reflections2 years ago in Poets
The jet set wears new clothes (v1)
Blue skies clear of smoke Cremation with bodies, not corpses Clearing houses for villas and resorts The ocean view is irresistible
By G. A. Botero2 years ago in Poets
No Returns
It's better to give than to receive- Right? But what's coming to me- Some give out what I'd rather not receive Won't take no for an answer-
By JM2 years ago in Poets
For Ruth
Sing-sing me a melody in your bad Scottish-Essex accent lift my spirits from the gutter to the sky's grand entrance Tell me you love me
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
G-d's Fingerprints
In every mortal face I see G-d's fingerprints as if he crawled up their chins crossed over the bridge of their nose and went into the valley of their eyes
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
Paint Me!. Top Story - May 2024.
Paint me! Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself! with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain titanium white, yellow ochre and burnt umber, for my skin, my warmth
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I read Hanuman Chalisa 108 times and my wish came true…
“I had started reciting Hanuman Chalisa recently, from March 2023 to be precise. I had lost my job and was on the verge of extreme desperation. I had huge home loans and a family of wife and 2 school going sons to take care of.
By RAJEEV VERMA2 years ago in Poets
The Creation Poem
The life in survival Won't makes you viral When things ae vital Your creativity is definitely mortal Anyways we are creators
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets