Least Read Stream Of Consciousness Poems
#StreamOfConsciousness
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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Stain the Page
How then to face all this rage
other than just stain the page
jotting down words to write
an ink spatter into the night
Where rights are now wronged
by one who once belonged
on the other side of the line
but then rewrote the design
All of these games I played
so many dragons I then slayed
merely to immerse in the feel
of killing all that is surreal
For that is what this poet does
but more than just because
more than simply being
I find all of this folly freeing
A little...
other than just stain the page
jotting down words to write
an ink spatter into the night
Where rights are now wronged
by one who once belonged
on the other side of the line
but then rewrote the design
All of these games I played
so many dragons I then slayed
merely to immerse in the feel
of killing all that is surreal
For that is what this poet does
but more than just because
more than simply being
I find all of this folly freeing
A little...
#anger
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritersBlock
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9 Comments
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
Conscious Stream
Poetry response to “Angler” by Billy Collins
A most deliberate flow
with the goal to know
all that is known
each wind that has blown
Filling artistic sails
watching every train that derails
off of unparalleled tracks
with the exact toll it exacts
A fair price it does seem
for this downy poetic dream
A most deliberate flow
with the goal to know
all that is known
each wind that has blown
Filling artistic sails
watching every train that derails
off of unparalleled tracks
with the exact toll it exacts
A fair price it does seem
for this downy poetic dream
#dreams
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
21 reads
3 Comments
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
T.S. Eliot
I have measured out my life
in coffee spoons” ~ T.S. Eliot
Hundreds of my dirty spoons
Soak in cold coffee lagoons
Of a very vivid mind
Yet it is such a waste of land
Without sufficient sand
For building castles strong
Meant to face the tide
Of a modernity denied
By quaint quiet poets
Pulling pretty petals
Far from soldier medals
Pinned in neat little rows
“She loves me, she loves me not
But which I’ve since forgot…” ...
in coffee spoons” ~ T.S. Eliot
Hundreds of my dirty spoons
Soak in cold coffee lagoons
Of a very vivid mind
Yet it is such a waste of land
Without sufficient sand
For building castles strong
Meant to face the tide
Of a modernity denied
By quaint quiet poets
Pulling pretty petals
Far from soldier medals
Pinned in neat little rows
“She loves me, she loves me not
But which I’ve since forgot…” ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
#TSEliot
25 reads
9 Comments
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
Misunderstood
Whether I am bad or good
I remain forever misunderstood
with all of these lost intentions
just unjust inventions
Each with its patent pending
an endless quest unending
right from the very start
a lost and lonely heart
One with all those bullet holes
swings from these extreme poles
only to feel some real relief
from all this angst and grief
With no true end in sight
trapped in a poetic plight
with all this dwindling ink
I watch my prospects sink
To the bottom of...
I remain forever misunderstood
with all of these lost intentions
just unjust inventions
Each with its patent pending
an endless quest unending
right from the very start
a lost and lonely heart
One with all those bullet holes
swings from these extreme poles
only to feel some real relief
from all this angst and grief
With no true end in sight
trapped in a poetic plight
with all this dwindling ink
I watch my prospects sink
To the bottom of...
#confessional
#StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
26 reads
7 Comments
Beautiful Lie
An ugly truth or a beautiful lie
just another reason why
I am stuck being a poet
penning lines in pages of snow
not sure where they will go
trekking off towards the East
for loneliness is a membership card
within a life lived so hard
that it kills the very moment
but thank God for the black ink
ideas that come and go in a blink
leaving footprints only I can follow
just another reason why
I am stuck being a poet
penning lines in pages of snow
not sure where they will go
trekking off towards the East
for loneliness is a membership card
within a life lived so hard
that it kills the very moment
but thank God for the black ink
ideas that come and go in a blink
leaving footprints only I can follow
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#StreamOfConsciousness
27 reads
15 Comments
Silly wishes
This time is almost up
This chance has nearly flown
Surely you have known
Desires of my longing heart
Still waiting
Hopeful
This chance has nearly flown
Surely you have known
Desires of my longing heart
Still waiting
Hopeful
#StreamOfConsciousness
29 reads
The silence of betrayal
The trials of the truth of the pain and hurt of love, is devastating for anyone who has been affected, by a crime of passion and deception and deep manipulations. Even though it appears to the naked eyes 👁️ 👁️ that with everything, that is going on between us and we truly thought it was well between us. YET beneath the surface of a mask as a disguise to hide your eyes. For your eyes are the key 🗝️ to the very deepness of your own soul. Yet Subconsciously we start to realize that there is something, that doesn't just feel like as it did BEFORE. For...
#dialogue
#emotional
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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uncertainty of breath
I don’t know if this is surrender or rebellion
beneath the crushin silence
the body learns to survive on less
shallow breaths
half a life
a quiet rhythm of endurance
moments where my lungs
remember their full capacity
allowin air to rush in
where only shadows dwelled before
a sudden clarity
both gift and question
liftin the fog
revealin the bright reach of sunlight
a path to…what?
I’m not sure if this is surrender or rebellion
when the voids depths...
beneath the crushin silence
the body learns to survive on less
shallow breaths
half a life
a quiet rhythm of endurance
moments where my lungs
remember their full capacity
allowin air to rush in
where only shadows dwelled before
a sudden clarity
both gift and question
liftin the fog
revealin the bright reach of sunlight
a path to…what?
I’m not sure if this is surrender or rebellion
when the voids depths...
#StreamOfConsciousness
39 reads
2 Comments
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