Popular Stream Of Consciousness Poems
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 10:24pm
10th Jan 2025 10:24pm
Training Mission South Pole
Stationed off the grid
Population under 50
CIA comrades
Hookers wearing a wire
Granola with Wild Turkey 101
Booting Heroin speedballs
A life we chose
Exile from normal
No filter
Penguin Bar after dark
No cover
Juke box takes coins only
Black night
No stars
The color of salvation
BBQ with the enemy tonight
Tomorrow is cancelled
Population under 50
CIA comrades
Hookers wearing a wire
Granola with Wild Turkey 101
Booting Heroin speedballs
A life we chose
Exile from normal
No filter
Penguin Bar after dark
No cover
Juke box takes coins only
Black night
No stars
The color of salvation
BBQ with the enemy tonight
Tomorrow is cancelled
#philosophical
#risk
#StreamOfConsciousness
#ThrillSeeking
#war
140 reads
30 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 00:57am
15th Jan 2025 00:57am
Last Rainbow
I am the rainbow after your storm
The sky is not of slate grey
It is darker, unrelenting, menacing
it summons the lightning
wicked in its invention
You see it
Before you hear the destruction
You feel it
Through the concrete construction
There's no time to run from the devastation
Boom!
Crack!
Pow!
What is left now?
The sun
Peaks its head out for fun
Illuminating the particles in the sky
Seeing all the colors way up high
Wish on...
The sky is not of slate grey
It is darker, unrelenting, menacing
it summons the lightning
wicked in its invention
You see it
Before you hear the destruction
You feel it
Through the concrete construction
There's no time to run from the devastation
Boom!
Crack!
Pow!
What is left now?
The sun
Peaks its head out for fun
Illuminating the particles in the sky
Seeing all the colors way up high
Wish on...
#rhyming
#StreamOfConsciousness
140 reads
14 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 6:30pm
10th Jan 2025 6:30pm
Thoughts
Is the end, truly the end
Or is it an excuse to try something new?
If you dip your toe in the darkness of me
Why test, dive in. Fear has no place here
There is no reverse shift
In this car only the rear view mirror shows what's behind
Here is wood,a pick and six strings.
Smooth the wood
Tightened the strings
Pic away until I sing.
Or is it an excuse to try something new?
If you dip your toe in the darkness of me
Why test, dive in. Fear has no place here
There is no reverse shift
In this car only the rear view mirror shows what's behind
Here is wood,a pick and six strings.
Smooth the wood
Tightened the strings
Pic away until I sing.
#StreamOfConsciousness
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15 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 3:53am
22nd Jan 2025 3:53am
The NAO Amalgamate Inc.
Calling all writers, calling all writers. Looking for bound and determined writers in all genres. Willing to cohabitate in a four-bedroom apartment. If interested. Email L.vaga@gemini.com with a short example of work.
“The gooey gelatinous muck slowly slides past her defined collar bone leaving a red neon trail or burning flesh---"
“What the hell are you writing, Zoë?”
Slamming her head against her ancient home computer, a muffled answer to the question seeps through.
“I have no idea.”
“What? Can you lift your head and speak to me?”...
“The gooey gelatinous muck slowly slides past her defined collar bone leaving a red neon trail or burning flesh---"
“What the hell are you writing, Zoë?”
Slamming her head against her ancient home computer, a muffled answer to the question seeps through.
“I have no idea.”
“What? Can you lift your head and speak to me?”...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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13 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:39am
29th Jan 2025 11:39am
Spotlight on Damiandeadlove (with his permission)
SpotLight
#StreamOfConsciousness
123 reads
10 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 12:02pm
30th Jan 2025 12:02pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter1 part 1
The brown brick building at 1015 Chambers Street was not as easy to find as everyone may have thought. It was surrounded by other buildings that look identical to it. The only stand out feature that it had going for it was a small porcelain vase, off to the right, by the door way had one purple tulip in it.
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
#StreamOfConsciousness
72 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 4:31pm
4th Feb 2025 4:31pm
~flame of the forest
viz: shivaicshakti
#love
#nature
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
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10 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
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4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:56pm
Yesterday 4:56pm
~You are The Kanchenjunga of Love
…. and then still up to the summit of Kangchenjunga, now so pure and ethereal we can scarcely believe it is part of the solid earth on which we stand; and so high it seems part of the very sky itself." ~ The Epic of Mount Everest, 1926, by Sir Francis Younghusband
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a ...
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a ...
#conflict
#nature
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
50 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 1:18pm
27th Jan 2025 1:18pm
~karmic traverses of cosmic nomads
a dusty sandy opacity saree
you drape.. over your ironic
silk cottony desiccated arms
in an all out vertical spreads..
& those stretched out devilish
castor leafed bony fingers of
a darkened green canopies
as if in an eerie waiting trap
are in a karmic converse
to the slenderish mimosas
with their shrinking inner
shyly touch-me-nots.. &
their nearby seen in divine
similitudes.. the minutely
detailing Acacias in pinnate
greens & smiling catechus
..with their springing young ...
you drape.. over your ironic
silk cottony desiccated arms
in an all out vertical spreads..
& those stretched out devilish
castor leafed bony fingers of
a darkened green canopies
as if in an eerie waiting trap
are in a karmic converse
to the slenderish mimosas
with their shrinking inner
shyly touch-me-nots.. &
their nearby seen in divine
similitudes.. the minutely
detailing Acacias in pinnate
greens & smiling catechus
..with their springing young ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
69 reads
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
76 reads
4 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 8:59pm
6th Feb 2025 8:59pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter1 part 2
There are no jokes being made.” A loud, boisterous voice said, coming from the left side of the room.
A tall man wearing a white shirt and black slacks was standing in the doorway to the office that they were all destined to be.
“Come inside, all of you. Margot dear, please make the coffee.” Mr. Haughton
“Right away.” Margot said.
Kat rose and followed the others inside the office.
“Mr. Haughton, do you not feel that she is too young to be part of this group?” Charlie immediately voiced his opinion.
Mr. Haughton sat down at his...
A tall man wearing a white shirt and black slacks was standing in the doorway to the office that they were all destined to be.
“Come inside, all of you. Margot dear, please make the coffee.” Mr. Haughton
“Right away.” Margot said.
Kat rose and followed the others inside the office.
“Mr. Haughton, do you not feel that she is too young to be part of this group?” Charlie immediately voiced his opinion.
Mr. Haughton sat down at his...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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5 Comments
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