Stream of Consciousness
Glimmers of Optimism
Prisms of shimmering colors Light the path to serenity Follow the glimmers Watch for the light So bright and occasionally white
Andrea CorwinPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets"SOULS REINCARNATE"
SOULS REINCARNATE LOVERS LOVE WHILE HATERS HATE THIS IS A PROSE WRITTEN NOT TO EXPOSE ANY ONE PERSON OR PEOPLES BUT TO LOOK AT LIGHT AND MAGIC. I READ STORIES, WATCHED MOVIES, WATCHED THE NEWS 2024. I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT THE DEGREE OF HATERS AND LIARS OF EX FRIENDS, EX LOVERS, AND JUST EVERYDAY PEOPLE AS WELL AS LEADERS OF OUR WORLD AND THE UNDERWORLD OF SCAMMERS AND THEIVES. THIS STORY IS MEANT TO LOOK AT HUMANITY AND OUR SOCIALOGICAL WELFARE OF OUR WORLDS THAT WE LIVE IN ON EARTH.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsIndecipherable
It all fades away What it is, I cannot decipher But it abandons me When I need it most Leaving bear hands To fend for death
Lessons from the trees
And suddenly, It didn’t hurt so much anymore Train of thoughts on a paper, Moving so quickly, my pen caught fire
SouluminosityPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsThe Traveller
I see the road ahead The fields stretching beyond the horizon The sky turning red The fields will be my bed. There are no borders I know of
Ricky LahiriPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsThe Clock's Hand
Free he ought to be But his routine is written Down to a ‘t’. Nothing changes, No breaks or quirks— From waking to a new same day
Centurian Battle
Three ages in two; Maturity flourishes like The weed in fertile ground As the once innocent child Sees their happy world crumble.
Reflection in the Window
"How far do you want to go with this?" "Not yet, don't say anything yet." "I don't think it works for somebody else...I mean, Gary and Celeste...what do they know about anything?..."
Lars KnutsonPublished about 24 hours ago in PoetsA little poetry in the funs of german sandstorms
Hey everybody, my name is Chris, from germany so english is not my native language. I hope my stories never miss,
Christian MillerPublished a day ago in PoetsAncient Echoes
In towering canyons, I now roam, A relic from a distant home. Amidst the city's ceaseless throng, I am the echo of a primal song.
spin me a tale
spin me a tale (of blood and more) a tale of sin (of pain and gore) of sin regale(introspect) regale a tale(retrospect) a tale to pale (intro... vert?)
Paul StewartPublished a day ago in PoetsSteppum Eht
"You know The Muppets are evil incarnate, right?" he asked with a quiver and quake as the blood dispersed from his face "The puppet controls the hand, don't you know?"
Paul StewartPublished a day ago in Poets