Popular Stream Of Consciousness Poems
#StreamOfConsciousness
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
135 reads
11 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
151 reads
13 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
78 reads
10 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 6:06pm
9th Feb 2025 6:06pm
Distinctive souls
I am drawn to the unconventional few
The fearless, the true
Authentic souls who spread out
Their colors, blue
With hearts ablaze, they shatter the mold
Unveiling iridescent colors, their spirits unfold.
In a world that often rewards conformity
These brave individuals forge their own symmetry
They defy the norm refusing to be tamed
Their courage a glimmer of hope, illuminating the unexplored
Those who shatter chains, who resist the mundane,
Who reject the emptiness of a narcissistic reign.
My heart belongs to these deep...
The fearless, the true
Authentic souls who spread out
Their colors, blue
With hearts ablaze, they shatter the mold
Unveiling iridescent colors, their spirits unfold.
In a world that often rewards conformity
These brave individuals forge their own symmetry
They defy the norm refusing to be tamed
Their courage a glimmer of hope, illuminating the unexplored
Those who shatter chains, who resist the mundane,
Who reject the emptiness of a narcissistic reign.
My heart belongs to these deep...
#StreamOfConsciousness
75 reads
7 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
145 reads
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
134 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:56pm
7th Feb 2025 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
85 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:27am
Yesterday 00:27am
When it's love
We all want and need to be loved unconditionally, at least once in our life time. FOR we all want to have a real connection, that will bond us together as one. But instead sometimes we find ourselves involved, with the wrong kind of person, as it turns out that we were wrong in our decision. 😞 Yet through the course of our lives, we finally found the truth of what is real evidence of love, and support and understanding. For sure no one is sent to you by chance or Accident, yet one day that becomes true. YET we find ourselves questioning ourselves can this be true, that we finally...
#admiration
#gratitude
#happiness
#love
#StreamOfConsciousness
37 reads
15 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
75 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
94 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 12:16pm
18th Jan 2025 12:16pm
Just shut up and listen
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ We all have been in a situation for one reason or another, 🤨 that we let what we say cause you to act a certain way not be heard. 🤔 Whether you are wrong or right in what you think and say to someone else, I say that to say this which ever the way you may take what it is I'm about to say to you. 🤨 When you don't agree with what someone say to you, how do you respond for do you begin yelling and cursing, 😠 yet you still not listening and thinking that they are wrong, for speaking to you in a calm...
#choices
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
60 reads
6 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
87 reads
5 Comments
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