Least Read Stream Of Consciousness Poems
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 8:41pm
3rd May 2024 8:41pm
ARTISTRY OF SILENCE
He filled the echo of silence
With the scented incense
Of his sweet-sounding flute
which decorated
eac resounding echo of the selah
at the e reaching end of the lyrical line
The beautiful artistry of the echoes of silence
Resounded as if repling with its hollow sound
Bounced from the concrete temple walls
With the silver-tints of the soft winds
From his flute.
With the scented incense
Of his sweet-sounding flute
which decorated
eac resounding echo of the selah
at the e reaching end of the lyrical line
The beautiful artistry of the echoes of silence
Resounded as if repling with its hollow sound
Bounced from the concrete temple walls
With the silver-tints of the soft winds
From his flute.
#StreamOfConsciousness
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
6th May 2023 7:19pm
6th May 2023 7:19pm
Earthbound
I am truly bound to the Earth
proudly have been since birth
since my parched lips first felt
a thirst for the first snowmelt
While my unclouded clear skies
with all their dubious alibis
help me commit the imperfect crime
using a distraction of brief rhyme
Whispering to the lookout breeze
from my shady hideout in the trees
I again pen my cursive confession
about each ill begotten possession
As I steal another deep breath
just to piss off dear old Death
now remind him how Hotha yoga
has long...
proudly have been since birth
since my parched lips first felt
a thirst for the first snowmelt
While my unclouded clear skies
with all their dubious alibis
help me commit the imperfect crime
using a distraction of brief rhyme
Whispering to the lookout breeze
from my shady hideout in the trees
I again pen my cursive confession
about each ill begotten possession
As I steal another deep breath
just to piss off dear old Death
now remind him how Hotha yoga
has long...
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 10:35am
10th Apr 2024 10:35am
Lamentations
Funny how all of these lamentations
are secretly silent celebrations
of a most peculiar mind
in search of a quest to find
Penning elegies within the dark
ever wary of every spark
all that it might then ignite
betraying an unfaithful night
For no one knows what I think
while I spill my fill of ink
dousing the white virgin page
as I again wrestle to now engage
Every single hidden truth
from a long-forbidden youth
trying to once more emerge
despite my need to now purge
All of these feelings so...
are secretly silent celebrations
of a most peculiar mind
in search of a quest to find
Penning elegies within the dark
ever wary of every spark
all that it might then ignite
betraying an unfaithful night
For no one knows what I think
while I spill my fill of ink
dousing the white virgin page
as I again wrestle to now engage
Every single hidden truth
from a long-forbidden youth
trying to once more emerge
despite my need to now purge
All of these feelings so...
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2017 00:15am
2nd Sep 2017 00:15am
THE TRUCULENT GIRL
Sitting by my window looking at the park
Watching children play and hearing dogs bark
I see a young girl who triggers an EVANESCENCE
As my mind and my heart remembers her essence.
TRUCULENT in all her ways with all good people
She was banned from the market with the golden steeple
The RANCOR she bore in her heart
Had sharpen her words like fiery darts
If you paid her a compliment, you heard her BLITHER
Her CAVIL-talk often a clipper
Chopping down anyone who came in peace
Her CHICANERY tearing people piece by piece.
I remember...
Watching children play and hearing dogs bark
I see a young girl who triggers an EVANESCENCE
As my mind and my heart remembers her essence.
TRUCULENT in all her ways with all good people
She was banned from the market with the golden steeple
The RANCOR she bore in her heart
Had sharpen her words like fiery darts
If you paid her a compliment, you heard her BLITHER
Her CAVIL-talk often a clipper
Chopping down anyone who came in peace
Her CHICANERY tearing people piece by piece.
I remember...
#dreams
#mythology
#metaphor #StreamOfConsciousness
#metaphor #StreamOfConsciousness
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 5:12pm
1st Jul 2024 5:12pm
Blistered Sister
Only a nun as a matter of habit
I hide in this cloister
much like a closed oyster
hiding safe from every abbot
As I now shun everyone
retreating deep inside
this sanctuary where I hide
from even the warming sun
Memories of tonic and gin
remain as cloudy as the sky
recalling years I did try
to lose less than I did win
Left only laughing at the rain
sidestepping all the drops
hopping it never stops
as it dilutes my dutiful pain
While I live here on my knees
reciting...
I hide in this cloister
much like a closed oyster
hiding safe from every abbot
As I now shun everyone
retreating deep inside
this sanctuary where I hide
from even the warming sun
Memories of tonic and gin
remain as cloudy as the sky
recalling years I did try
to lose less than I did win
Left only laughing at the rain
sidestepping all the drops
hopping it never stops
as it dilutes my dutiful pain
While I live here on my knees
reciting...
#confessional
#loneliness
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 11:53am
5th Feb 2024 11:53am
Threshold
It is this line I now cross
this coin I do toss
into any random fountain
or high off of any craggy mountain
Abandoning what was
if only just because
my feet know the way
these brief lines need their say
Seeking any real reprieve
while I wear my heart on my sleeve
just another fashion statement
another hazard in need of abatement
Knowing all the while
ever single Cheshire smile
leads to another fat cat
no matter where I am at
As I race Alice to the end
of my favorite Earl Grey blend...
this coin I do toss
into any random fountain
or high off of any craggy mountain
Abandoning what was
if only just because
my feet know the way
these brief lines need their say
Seeking any real reprieve
while I wear my heart on my sleeve
just another fashion statement
another hazard in need of abatement
Knowing all the while
ever single Cheshire smile
leads to another fat cat
no matter where I am at
As I race Alice to the end
of my favorite Earl Grey blend...
#dreams
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 7:56pm
9th Mar 2024 7:56pm
Metaphorically
I have no need for as or like
in the lines I love to write
how immediacy can excite
better than a nine inch spike
For each is a coin toss
either heads or tails
for even the Prince of Wales
Saint Andrew or Saint George’s cross
For it is what it is
no more or no less
no matter how I confess
how I have lost all my fizz
With all these symbols and signs
trying to clearly point the way
help me figure out what to say
within crisp rhyming lines
Capture the why and what for
in the passage of...
in the lines I love to write
how immediacy can excite
better than a nine inch spike
For each is a coin toss
either heads or tails
for even the Prince of Wales
Saint Andrew or Saint George’s cross
For it is what it is
no more or no less
no matter how I confess
how I have lost all my fizz
With all these symbols and signs
trying to clearly point the way
help me figure out what to say
within crisp rhyming lines
Capture the why and what for
in the passage of...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
10th Feb 2023 8:47pm
10th Feb 2023 8:47pm
His Due
I’m living for giving
the Devil his due” ~ B.O.C.
How I have truly tried
to deny this darkest side
banishing it into the night
bury it deep in the write
Where words I cannot say
don costumes for this play
walk in a drunken swagger
concealing another dagger
Even Lady MacBeth’s spot
deserved what it finally got
a little poetic flood
of the old man’s blood
While these marching trees
whisper poetry on the breeze
try again to explain
all these things to the Thane ...
the Devil his due” ~ B.O.C.
How I have truly tried
to deny this darkest side
banishing it into the night
bury it deep in the write
Where words I cannot say
don costumes for this play
walk in a drunken swagger
concealing another dagger
Even Lady MacBeth’s spot
deserved what it finally got
a little poetic flood
of the old man’s blood
While these marching trees
whisper poetry on the breeze
try again to explain
all these things to the Thane ...
#dark
#devil
#confessional
#WilliamShakespeare
#StreamOfConsciousness
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
5th Jan 2023 8:49pm
5th Jan 2023 8:49pm
Memories
A faded picture in a locket
stray grey lint in my pocket
along with a torn ticket stub
to a place I’d long forgotten
A flash of a lost smile
that longest mile
when I told you I was leaving
this playlist of songs
Cataloguing all of the wrongs
which felt so right in that night
stray grey lint in my pocket
along with a torn ticket stub
to a place I’d long forgotten
A flash of a lost smile
that longest mile
when I told you I was leaving
this playlist of songs
Cataloguing all of the wrongs
which felt so right in that night
#love
#breakup
#confessional
#memories
#StreamOfConsciousness
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
4th May 2023 1:43pm
4th May 2023 1:43pm
Unscripted
I want to pen the unplanned write
an impromptu delight
springing forth in the height of summer
fully grown yet still my own
While I watch the words spill out
just a cavalcade of doubt
giving each stanza its lines
without any preconceived designs
As the parachute cord is ripped
on this final unscripted script
an impromptu delight
springing forth in the height of summer
fully grown yet still my own
While I watch the words spill out
just a cavalcade of doubt
giving each stanza its lines
without any preconceived designs
As the parachute cord is ripped
on this final unscripted script
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 1:50pm
12th Jan 2020 1:50pm
Battle Across Days Of Thunder
Bureaucratic sophisticated Suppression,
An 1863 abolishment,
a path drawn for the bravery,
Modern day diplomatic play,
shifted for fancy suits
Of epitome or hierarchical pyramids,
The bravest seen as the weaklings,
Battling across days of thunder to reach,
Stuck in commutes of three to ten,
a walk and a mile becomes heavier,
two kids and a bag of food,
in the heat of a deserted,
piece of land,
swallowed by capitalism,
there is no grass to lay on,
as the sand is the food to feed
the cows, dried...
An 1863 abolishment,
a path drawn for the bravery,
Modern day diplomatic play,
shifted for fancy suits
Of epitome or hierarchical pyramids,
The bravest seen as the weaklings,
Battling across days of thunder to reach,
Stuck in commutes of three to ten,
a walk and a mile becomes heavier,
two kids and a bag of food,
in the heat of a deserted,
piece of land,
swallowed by capitalism,
there is no grass to lay on,
as the sand is the food to feed
the cows, dried...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#CallToAction
#StreamOfConsciousness
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12 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 6:38pm
15th Mar 2023 6:38pm
Myself
I guess I do own me
all of it
the glitter and shit
to which it sticks
charms and faults
the combination to vaults
where all my true secrets lie
who I long to be
chained to who I am
always slowing my escape
an unmasked hero without a cape
to vacation on the outer banks
all these lies that I tell
in poetry books meant to sell
just to elude the prosaic cliché
a real chaser of dreams
yet still thwarted by streams
of consciousness
still nagging me to at last confess
all of it
the glitter and shit
to which it sticks
charms and faults
the combination to vaults
where all my true secrets lie
who I long to be
chained to who I am
always slowing my escape
an unmasked hero without a cape
to vacation on the outer banks
all these lies that I tell
in poetry books meant to sell
just to elude the prosaic cliché
a real chaser of dreams
yet still thwarted by streams
of consciousness
still nagging me to at last confess
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
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