Least Read Stream Of Consciousness Poems
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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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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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A Conversation with Dawne
I'm a Spiritual Pluralist, but like it's the 1980s, my quest for self-healing found me really wanting a church congregation to "belong" to, a whole group of people to believe in myself amongst, which is how i find myself Okay, being@theMormons. I think it's really weird. I said, Im gonna go join the Mormons to learn how to be transgender around. other humans. So far it's working out pretty well.
6 months ago
Mosquitoes are living creatures but I hate those vampires. I'm sorry Ali.
It's okay Ali, mosquitoes are no big thing....
6 months ago
Mosquitoes are living creatures but I hate those vampires. I'm sorry Ali.
It's okay Ali, mosquitoes are no big thing....
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Midnight snack
Taiwanese fermented tofu
& rice
But I’d rather you
Were my midnight snack
—stinky tofu
& rice
But I’d rather you
Were my midnight snack
—stinky tofu
#StreamOfConsciousness
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From the background
Walking away from them,them men,who know all about 'The Utterance of Truth.'
Somebodies of bodies whose filthy winks,that think,that time was falling for their lies.
Stay down-Uh-oh!
Picked up by the scruff of neck. From the background undergrowth ground,sent by 'The Utterance of Truth.'
So mad.
Angry.
Making them sad.
Falling in their own makeshift traps.
On the attack,of an outback,Australian alien,smack the black back. Back to life.
Outback is on the rise,size up everybody
like a shaking tongue,of a snake. ...
Somebodies of bodies whose filthy winks,that think,that time was falling for their lies.
Stay down-Uh-oh!
Picked up by the scruff of neck. From the background undergrowth ground,sent by 'The Utterance of Truth.'
So mad.
Angry.
Making them sad.
Falling in their own makeshift traps.
On the attack,of an outback,Australian alien,smack the black back. Back to life.
Outback is on the rise,size up everybody
like a shaking tongue,of a snake. ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Here is a poem which mentions alchemy, and then a letter about glossolalia
Here is a poem which mentions alchemy, and then a letter about glossolalia, as well as a cut-up. Grandiose claims ahoy. Words and theories and all that. Put a theory into words, sussing things out in your own mind, all the limits of the words themselves, and all the pretensions within them, become clearer. Poem:
A type of spiritual magic there
maybe is is transgender
Every historical dynamic attains
its momentum out of its beginnings
and
dialectic I mean that's just basic
and we're so
while empiricism in general seems ...
A type of spiritual magic there
maybe is is transgender
Every historical dynamic attains
its momentum out of its beginnings
and
dialectic I mean that's just basic
and we're so
while empiricism in general seems ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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TO THE VETERANS THAT SERVED
I AM A VETERAN AN OLDE SOLDIER 👏 There is something I need to say about the establishment of those, we elected to stand up for us the citizens 🤨 I'm gonna keep it real for the American dream is dead???🤔 For I know someone out there somewhere are asking, what is that all about and what does that mean??🤨 For example what that means if you were a veteran, and became HOMELESS AND PUT OUT OF YOUR OWN HOME 🏡 For don't you see👁️👁️ what is happening in the world 🌍 day in and day out, because of the DEMOCRATS AND BIDEN...
#dialogue
#CallToAction
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
#epic
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The wisdom of walking Miles
Eyes lit up like a bonfire. The wisdom of walking Miles. First saw him on my cousin's television.
It was a hot steamy night,all eyes on the box. All windows fully shut,fully open.
A ladybird landed on my arm. Outstretched,I breathe the rapture of the trees.Illuminated by the lights of the street,multicoloured leaves, leave the trees,l Fully bare,I fully bare,the leaves,drop onto street.I fully bare.
I bare fully.
I turn back to watch the box, walking for miles,he's standing outside of my cousin's television. And listen intensely to the wisdom,they like to...
It was a hot steamy night,all eyes on the box. All windows fully shut,fully open.
A ladybird landed on my arm. Outstretched,I breathe the rapture of the trees.Illuminated by the lights of the street,multicoloured leaves, leave the trees,l Fully bare,I fully bare,the leaves,drop onto street.I fully bare.
I bare fully.
I turn back to watch the box, walking for miles,he's standing outside of my cousin's television. And listen intensely to the wisdom,they like to...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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