Least Read Stream Of Consciousness Poems
#StreamOfConsciousness
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 9:41pm
3rd May 2024 9:41pm
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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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2017 1:15am
2nd Sep 2017 1:15am
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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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
18 reads
12 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
31st Jan 2020 2:34am
31st Jan 2020 2:34am
The Path Of Victory
Worth thousand smiles,
Of sand and stones across millions.
Engraved paths; walks among dessert.
Exchange of miles and minutes... Time.
Birth of clouds above waters of the heavens.
Creeds and voices pierced sound of light and oblivion.
The touch of voids incubation.
Worth thousand smiles of denial.
The scent, the touch of betrayal.
Blinded petitions of solid interpretations.
Fantastic absentism among entertainers.
Worth thousand smiles of pictures in white, rose, pink, and blossoming temptations.
Aeons of historical and...
Of sand and stones across millions.
Engraved paths; walks among dessert.
Exchange of miles and minutes... Time.
Birth of clouds above waters of the heavens.
Creeds and voices pierced sound of light and oblivion.
The touch of voids incubation.
Worth thousand smiles of denial.
The scent, the touch of betrayal.
Blinded petitions of solid interpretations.
Fantastic absentism among entertainers.
Worth thousand smiles of pictures in white, rose, pink, and blossoming temptations.
Aeons of historical and...
#strength
#courage
#LifeCycle
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
19 reads
4 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 4:32am
21st Oct 2019 4:32am
untitled poem for 10.20/19
the sound of the shower, one hall and one room over,
became literally a polka band to my ears
and made it sound
as if we were
speaking within the grounds
of a recycling plant
steam of consciousmess
stream of smmonsshsculness
i am just now
remembering Mrs. Ortiz, who
taught English
in grade eleven
and who pronounced the word
...
became literally a polka band to my ears
and made it sound
as if we were
speaking within the grounds
of a recycling plant
steam of consciousmess
stream of smmonsshsculness
i am just now
remembering Mrs. Ortiz, who
taught English
in grade eleven
and who pronounced the word
...
#StreamOfConsciousness
21 reads
5 Comments
Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 5:02am
5th Apr 2020 5:02am
Beyond The Horizon
Melodic waves onward,
the unknown pictures of tomorrow’s past,
As trails engulfed void -
less of breath.
Succumbed to watery skies,
Sunny tears across the west.
Chains released and run-away traditions.
Inadvertent fizzy presence,
Explored visions; trickery reflections.
Intellectuals conveyed artistic evolution
amid precarious culture ‘s prospect.
Depicted rugged excavation,
The arctic motion,
Intervention of flawless petitions.
Floral incenses
Moved across nations,
Clouds of rain reign
And cleansed the...
the unknown pictures of tomorrow’s past,
As trails engulfed void -
less of breath.
Succumbed to watery skies,
Sunny tears across the west.
Chains released and run-away traditions.
Inadvertent fizzy presence,
Explored visions; trickery reflections.
Intellectuals conveyed artistic evolution
amid precarious culture ‘s prospect.
Depicted rugged excavation,
The arctic motion,
Intervention of flawless petitions.
Floral incenses
Moved across nations,
Clouds of rain reign
And cleansed the...
#strength
#hope
#uplifting
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
24 reads
18 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 2:21pm
19th Nov 2024 2:21pm
The Silent Cartographer
In the realm where shadows softly hum,
And silent whispers through dreams come,
A cartographer maps the soul’s great maze,
Charting the truth in moonlit haze.
A predator looms, fierce and wild,
The untamed fear of a guarded child.
Chased through woods of fractured thought,
By shadows of battles never fought.
An infant stirs, fragile and new,
The seed of beginnings breaking through.
Its cries echo with tender grace,
The yearning for love’s eternal face.
The faceless runner on twisted lanes,
Fleeing...
And silent whispers through dreams come,
A cartographer maps the soul’s great maze,
Charting the truth in moonlit haze.
A predator looms, fierce and wild,
The untamed fear of a guarded child.
Chased through woods of fractured thought,
By shadows of battles never fought.
An infant stirs, fragile and new,
The seed of beginnings breaking through.
Its cries echo with tender grace,
The yearning for love’s eternal face.
The faceless runner on twisted lanes,
Fleeing...
#dreams
#metaphor
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
15th Nov 2024 9:35pm
Homage to Figures of Art and Poetry
Barons of masterful verse,
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
your words are beautiful gardens
watered by rains of oblivion,
where vivid dreams dissolve
and life writhes unseen
like breath folded into air,
or rivers merging into streams.
Shakespeare,
you are a mirror of shadow and grace.
Angels whisper in your lines,
their tender voices echo
through pine-darkened countries
and the glaciers of time.
Dante,
you sing through infernal nights,
casting the lone light of a crucifix.
Prayers rise from despair,
exhaled like smoke, ...
#art
#beauty
#identity
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
24th Aug 2017 10:58pm
24th Aug 2017 10:58pm
Cross-Country Drive
Riding on the highway
With the wind blowing sideways
Zooming passed acres of land
With rustling cornfields forming a band
Observing the changing colors of the sky
As the sun begins to set from up high
Almost Tasting the aroma of sweet croissants
Filling the air As we cruise on
Nothing like diving
Into Cross-country driving
Catching A breath of fresh air
As the hours linger and minutes stare
Nothing makes me feel more alive
And gives me more pleasant delight
Than blasting the stereo from a car
As...
With the wind blowing sideways
Zooming passed acres of land
With rustling cornfields forming a band
Observing the changing colors of the sky
As the sun begins to set from up high
Almost Tasting the aroma of sweet croissants
Filling the air As we cruise on
Nothing like diving
Into Cross-country driving
Catching A breath of fresh air
As the hours linger and minutes stare
Nothing makes me feel more alive
And gives me more pleasant delight
Than blasting the stereo from a car
As...
#happiness
#music
#uplifting
#culture
#StreamOfConsciousness
26 reads
6 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd May 2024 8:35pm
23rd May 2024 8:35pm
Have you ever?
Have you ever gone fishing in an empty lake?
You cast your line out knowing nothing will bite.
Have you ever stared at a blank piece of paper?
waiting for the sign to put the pen down.
Have you ever had your fingers hoover over keys?
wondering which finger will drop to start you off.
Have you ever sat in a room and want to scream?
because the noise drowns out your thoughts.
I have.
It's time to take a walk.
You cast your line out knowing nothing will bite.
Have you ever stared at a blank piece of paper?
waiting for the sign to put the pen down.
Have you ever had your fingers hoover over keys?
wondering which finger will drop to start you off.
Have you ever sat in a room and want to scream?
because the noise drowns out your thoughts.
I have.
It's time to take a walk.
#StreamOfConsciousness
32 reads
14 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 2:59am
1st Nov 2024 2:59am
Circle Back
I miss you
Extra
This Hallowed Eve
Costumes cast
Aside
(As are my inhibitions)
Feel my love
In the raindrops
Shared across our little world
Where cycles circle
Water, life
Maybe too Someday
You’ll cycle back to me,
My Forever Love
Extra
This Hallowed Eve
Costumes cast
Aside
(As are my inhibitions)
Feel my love
In the raindrops
Shared across our little world
Where cycles circle
Water, life
Maybe too Someday
You’ll cycle back to me,
My Forever Love
#StreamOfConsciousness
35 reads
rubyredheart
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 6:55am
23rd Oct 2024 6:55am
Carpe Diem
Seize the day
Right?
There’s no one
I’d rather be
Seizing the day with
Than You
It’s not a waste of time
Please
See the point
Let’s you & I
Carpe Diem
Seize The Day
Let’s Find A Way
I wish for YOU
a perfect day
Love,
Right?
There’s no one
I’d rather be
Seizing the day with
Than You
It’s not a waste of time
Please
See the point
Let’s you & I
Carpe Diem
Seize The Day
Let’s Find A Way
I wish for YOU
a perfect day
Love,
#StreamOfConsciousness
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