Stream of Consciousness

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i am gulping rain straight from the sky and feasting on color-drenched sunsets i am completely undone by wonder i am pressing into ocean shores, breathing in the tickling mist of waves as the sand gobbles up my feet into its unseen world
By Kristen Balyeat9 days ago in Poets
I wasn't going to write a poem today but there's a deadline and therefore I will write a poem today
Do you ever get a feeling That everything is a wee bit fucked? A tingling of the neck A look over the back
By Matthew J. Fromm9 days ago in Poets
SUCKER PUNCH
"I am not here to be measured... By your RULER. By your comfort. By your fear. By the reality you name and rename at will,
By Kristen Keenon Fisher9 days ago in Poets
I Wrote A Book of Poems
Hello All! I am coming back to the Vocal Community with exciting news. I formerly had an account under the name Hufflecup. I know I had a few regular readers of my poems. I stepped away from this website to work on getting my poems published and IT WORKED!
By Bill Carney9 days ago in Poets
I'm Hurt - You Want To Know Why - Love "Cannot" Flow From The Sides - It Doesn't Really Make Sense - WHO Said That !?
Okay, let's pretend this is my side !? Let's pretend these are my ribs, and my bones - my SIDES !? Let's pretend these are the people who are with ME !?
By 365poetry9 days ago in Poets
Where Is That Final Line?
My mind is tired. It needs a break! I lock myself in the room Escaping emotional ache! My mind is tired. Too much goes in.
By Nina Domricheva9 days ago in Poets
Dark Avalanche
What can I say when the lights go out - pitch black. I stumble into the mud, the underworld. Blindness deeper than despair.
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 9 days ago in Poets
Golden Age of Smut
The golden age of smut Adulterous leaders lying their way to favor under the Liar-In-Chief - a simpering, whining caricature, thin-lipped and ever-plotting who can’t open his mouth but to shovel French fries in it and spew lies out of it
By Andrea Corwin 9 days ago in Poets
Choke On My Words
Oh, imagine the effort of being so remarkably small, 🖕 While promising the moon, the stars, and your all. 🖕 The mask was a masterpiece, truly a work of high art,
By Sara Wilson9 days ago in Poets
There’s a Big Storm Brewing
There’s a big storm brewing today Going to be a big one, so they say A reformed cyclone from up the coast That's where the damage was the most
By Calvin London10 days ago in Poets
Is This a Rabbit Hutch Or An Apartment?
“Shut up. Yeah, you, up there!” I'm tired of pounding the ceiling with a broomstick. “Hello, Mike. I’ll get right to the point. Can you make the guy above me quiet down? I have to get up early for work, and he's banging on the floor—fucking! Get him a bed. Why am I calling you? You’re the landlord. Did you forget? Do not dare send your 'apartment manager' brother—he stole my antique Christmas ornaments, remember? I got them back after you both said they were taken to the dump, and then they suddenly reappeared when I wouldn't pay the rent. I’m not paying rent until this noise problem is fixed."
By Andrea Corwin 10 days ago in Poets
Train of Thought
I Got In My Car And Headed To Work. The Sky Opened Up With A Downpour Of Rain. I Turned On The Wipers, But It Made Matters Worse.
By David E. Perry10 days ago in Poets