Stream Of Consciousness Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#StreamOfConsciousness
Jade72
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 6:06pm
9th Feb 2025 6:06pm
Distinctive souls
I am drawn to the unconventional few
The fearless, the true
Authentic souls who spread out
Their colors, blue
With hearts ablaze, they shatter the mold
Unveiling iridescent colors, their spirits unfold.
In a world that often rewards conformity
These brave individuals forge their own symmetry
They defy the norm refusing to be tamed
Their courage a glimmer of hope, illuminating the unexplored
Those who shatter chains, who resist the mundane,
Who reject the emptiness of a narcissistic reign.
My heart belongs to these deep...
The fearless, the true
Authentic souls who spread out
Their colors, blue
With hearts ablaze, they shatter the mold
Unveiling iridescent colors, their spirits unfold.
In a world that often rewards conformity
These brave individuals forge their own symmetry
They defy the norm refusing to be tamed
Their courage a glimmer of hope, illuminating the unexplored
Those who shatter chains, who resist the mundane,
Who reject the emptiness of a narcissistic reign.
My heart belongs to these deep...
#StreamOfConsciousness
75 reads
7 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
134 reads
4 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 5:27am
31st Jan 2025 5:27am
Streaming
Inside each of us is a streaming service
Delivering images,sound,movies
No subscription needed
It's free for life and
Makes life for you
What's playing in your head right now?
A horror movie?
A drama perhaps?
A comedy, if you're lucky!
The service has no index or filter
You have to make that yourself.
If you don't, you accept the dross that's
delivered .....and more will be delivered.
Netflix or Mindflix
Both are the same
They are there to distract you from
your true self.
Delivering images,sound,movies
No subscription needed
It's free for life and
Makes life for you
What's playing in your head right now?
A horror movie?
A drama perhaps?
A comedy, if you're lucky!
The service has no index or filter
You have to make that yourself.
If you don't, you accept the dross that's
delivered .....and more will be delivered.
Netflix or Mindflix
Both are the same
They are there to distract you from
your true self.
#StreamOfConsciousness
44 reads
2 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
30th Jan 2025 6:10am
it's not Halloween but this ghost costume still fits
Don't look at me
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
don't talk to me
I have nothing, NOTHING
to say
I'm a head full of empty air
no, NO
I'm worse that that
I'm a head full of stagnant air
empty at least has potential
but stagnant is where
brainwaves go to die
I think all my important brainwaves have died
I tried to read an essay
on the hibernation cycle of mammals
I got half way through and gave up
because it turns out I really hate
the word "torpor"
though the silver lining of that
is that I now...
#boredom
#depression
#myself
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
94 reads
4 Comments
G3r0
TetsuUmi
TetsuUmi
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 4:54am
17th Jan 2025 4:54am
Reverse Phoenix (Eagles burn slow)
Don’t shield your eyes now
The art has just begun to spread
The sirens are loud, and the colors are bright
The warmth that you tried to extinguish lives.
Don’t shield your eyes,
Don’t shield them now.
Look at the ashes that dance in the air,
Look at our smiles,
Puke at our freedoms
While we’re drunk off your despair.
Don’t close your eyes,
Your pain is my drug.
I want to feel intoxicated again.
Feed me your lies,...
The art has just begun to spread
The sirens are loud, and the colors are bright
The warmth that you tried to extinguish lives.
Don’t shield your eyes,
Don’t shield them now.
Look at the ashes that dance in the air,
Look at our smiles,
Puke at our freedoms
While we’re drunk off your despair.
Don’t close your eyes,
Your pain is my drug.
I want to feel intoxicated again.
Feed me your lies,...
#metaphor
#nostalgia
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
83 reads
0 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 10:40am
28th Dec 2024 10:40am
From an eight to a nine, from dragon into snake 2025
end year
birthing pains exist
some times lasting
an hourglass away
time
requests
ask
from
glistening tear
inner most
heart chamber
dear one
here
I ignite
universal
guidance
dear one
from sprouting
inklings
Happy
newest
year
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
birthing pains exist
some times lasting
an hourglass away
time
requests
ask
from
glistening tear
inner most
heart chamber
dear one
here
I ignite
universal
guidance
dear one
from sprouting
inklings
Happy
newest
year
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
#StreamOfConsciousness
84 reads
6 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 10:08am
23rd Dec 2024 10:08am
An undressed woman
An undressed woman
is a form to lay bare
the vulnerable
in myriad colors:
live sensuous delicious
like true sex exposing
naked truths through body
peep into ever
growing consciousness
R K Singh
is a form to lay bare
the vulnerable
in myriad colors:
live sensuous delicious
like true sex exposing
naked truths through body
peep into ever
growing consciousness
R K Singh
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TruthOfLife
82 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 2:07pm
7th Nov 2024 2:07pm
10 COMMANDMENTS FOR POETS
1. THOU SHALL write to please self.
2. THOU SHALL not be a slave to rules.
3. THOU SHALL not be afraid of rejection.
4. THOU SHALL not expect every poem to be perfect.
5. THOU SHALL read the works of others.
6. THOU SHALL always be looking for ideas.
7. THOU SHALL not confuse inspiration with perspiration.
8. THOU SHALL remember writing poetry makes you a poet.
9. THOU SHALL not be a plagiarist.
10. THOU SHALL not quit!
2. THOU SHALL not be a slave to rules.
3. THOU SHALL not be afraid of rejection.
4. THOU SHALL not expect every poem to be perfect.
5. THOU SHALL read the works of others.
6. THOU SHALL always be looking for ideas.
7. THOU SHALL not confuse inspiration with perspiration.
8. THOU SHALL remember writing poetry makes you a poet.
9. THOU SHALL not be a plagiarist.
10. THOU SHALL not quit!
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
#uplifting
240 reads
13 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 2:13pm
2nd Nov 2024 2:13pm
JUDGING A POEM
I
Confess that I am among
the innumerable souls that
dare to venture into the magical
and amazing world of writing
and reading poetry.
I
use to try to write and judge
poems by syntax, grammar,
and all the rules Mrs. Know it All
taught in English 301.
I
use to read the great and
well known poets and conclude
that "I might as well forget trying
to write even a simple poem."
THEN
after years of silence but still
in the corner of my heart there
was the urge to write something,
maybe even...
Confess that I am among
the innumerable souls that
dare to venture into the magical
and amazing world of writing
and reading poetry.
I
use to try to write and judge
poems by syntax, grammar,
and all the rules Mrs. Know it All
taught in English 301.
I
use to read the great and
well known poets and conclude
that "I might as well forget trying
to write even a simple poem."
THEN
after years of silence but still
in the corner of my heart there
was the urge to write something,
maybe even...
#CallToAction
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness #uplifting
#StreamOfConsciousness #uplifting
156 reads
12 Comments
ginafrancesca
Poem Published
6th Aug 2024 9:56pm
6th Aug 2024 9:56pm
all over again
zoomed in too close to see
the bigger picture
too hot, too cold
too far into the future
too good, too bad
living out the past tense
sink into the quicksand
that is my own subconscious
i’ve been soaking it all in
every detail recorded
every pore water boarded
all over again
the bigger picture
too hot, too cold
too far into the future
too good, too bad
living out the past tense
sink into the quicksand
that is my own subconscious
i’ve been soaking it all in
every detail recorded
every pore water boarded
all over again
#anxiety
#emotional
#MentalHealth #StreamOfConsciousness
#MentalHealth #StreamOfConsciousness
142 reads
4 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
12th Jul 2024 7:44pm
12th Jul 2024 7:44pm
Friday, 19:44
My phone has 17 tabs open. I look at an encyclopaedia of craft patterns and recipes and weird facts I’ve shared with weirder friends. I don’t want to get frustrated by it, but I do, because that’s my mind so we discovered in therapy - my phone is my mind. The tabs are open, constantly refreshing, constantly flickering in the background.
I spent the whole morning talking about stress. How I deal with it. How it chews me up, spits me out. How much I’ve inherited the neurotic shoes of my Mother as they slide neatly under the desk at night. And I hate that I’m like that. I hate that...
I spent the whole morning talking about stress. How I deal with it. How it chews me up, spits me out. How much I’ve inherited the neurotic shoes of my Mother as they slide neatly under the desk at night. And I hate that I’m like that. I hate that...
#anxiety
#DomesticViolence
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#StreamOfConsciousness
199 reads
1 Comment
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 3:32am
20th Jun 2024 3:32am
Roses are whatever
roses are red
Violets are blue
This formats clichéd
Try something new
roses are black
tulips are white
you and I are as different
as day is to night
roses will bloom
but then they will die
lovers live bliss
but soon they will cry
roses are red
carnations are cheap
settle for those
if your pockets aren't deep
roses are thorny
couplets are corny
you are just waiting
for me to say horny
roses are red
love fills me with dread
it never lasts
it starts...
Violets are blue
This formats clichéd
Try something new
roses are black
tulips are white
you and I are as different
as day is to night
roses will bloom
but then they will die
lovers live bliss
but soon they will cry
roses are red
carnations are cheap
settle for those
if your pockets aren't deep
roses are thorny
couplets are corny
you are just waiting
for me to say horny
roses are red
love fills me with dread
it never lasts
it starts...
#flowers
#StreamOfConsciousness
206 reads
11 Comments
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