Stream of Consciousness

Harboring Happiness - Day 5
Today in harboring happiness, I wear layers: one for the heat of a spring too eager to be summer, another for comfort.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
The dog metaphor is tired
A dog I've seen before runs behind a tree I can't decide if I have to follow or to turn around and find the street White rabbit or yellow brick road
By Joni Écrit2 years ago in Poets
Keys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
prey. Content Warning.
you must think i am beautiful or good enough to eat your eyes are on me like two fires but i cant feel the heat i hear a crack in the brush
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Sing Sirens Sing
a strange book lies closed ecstasy of completion? or wonders yet found? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Harboring Happiness - Day 4
Today in harboring happiness, I wake to the hound who holds half my heart curled next to me in bed. No other friends to meet today, we snuggle for half an hour. His brother is sprawled on the floor dreaming of chasing birds.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Subtext
Four seats at the table, one empty. Old friend across me, the other, new and exciting. “Did you smell the smoke
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
The Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
This Poem Is for those who feel disvalued and dispensable to Society and Employers. Content Warning.
There comes a time in all of our lives when reality becomes unbearable. Would anyone notice, would anyone care if one day if I wasn't around besides one person my husband.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
Proofs and Theories . Content Warning.
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Harboring Happiness - Day 3
Today in harboring happiness, I wear a baggy, sage green t-shirt with the printwork of an iguana riding a bicycle. I smile at the silliness of it all.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets