Best Stream Of Consciousness Poems

Scooter in hand and not quite picking up my heels through the smulchy (not a word) leaves 
I'm just thinking about a room of my own
(an actual one, although the book I have unfinished next to my bed)
I'm happy imagining choosing some intensely patterned yet...

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After all is said and done, cliché style
(Forgive me if this does not rhyme, I'm moving
Past rhyme for the sake of rhyme)
You will have gone away rich and returned for more
Because you thought you knew what you needed
To feel loaded, fulfilled and needed

You thought you...

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my stream of consciousness
flows over the smooth at times jagged pebbles
of my day, it grows
into a torrent of thoughts
rapidly hitting against
the boulder of your heart

every waking conscious thought
without a reason or rhyme
or any sort of organized meaning
flows to one destination
you

nothing else
every other event
each and every...

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Stream of Consciousness

This phrase seems worn..Joyce and Faulkner..perhaps a misnomer..
Consciousness doesn't flow..the streams are thoughts and perceptions..
these flow through consciousness which remains steady and still..
Yet..let's reconsider..thought and perception are made of..yes..
consciousness..it seems we have found waves in the ocean..waves
of thinking and perceiving..waves in an ocean...

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in the city of Dublin
the seagulls cry out their desire
to fly back to the open sea
hearing them I think of my space
reduced to the one-way sky

a stranger tells me
*priveste imaginea de ansamblu
I wonder how could I
every second shrinks my shadow
ironically I sip my English tea
when...

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I have never tried sauerkraut the name sounds as gross as the smell. Mother used to love it, her love of all bitter ideas, frankly that's her ruin: the annoyance of a woman who sees the best in all. That's why I hate most everything:...

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Stung by thoughts too evil
to comprehend
to try to explain
I feel this pain
As sharp as ever,
Pricking me into consciousness 
Holding my breath forever
Teasing me into submission
I yearn for sleep
But these voices urge me on
to commit the sins of others
to condemn my parents by association
to a son...

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im a lost individual
see me on my facebook
people tell me randomness
im wondering which way looks the best
ideas to nest
but i need room to digest
assuming i wasnt ready
im consumed by my present envy
feeling doomed something come get me
who the what would send me
ive acquired a taste...

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Allowing great alembics access over hill and glade and brush and dale of mind and swimming softly through the river running up fantastic meadows speckling valleys round the bay ensconced by lighting strikes and thunder booms across the Roman sky above the Irish ground and...

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Want to cut,
Can't.
Want to die,
Can't.
Not can't,
Won't.
Want to but won't.

Why?
They love me.
So what?
I love them.
You suffer...
I know.
Life sucks....
I really, really does...
Who knows,
Maybe death is better...
The dead know.
I bet they do,
They only way is to join them.
But I won't.
I have responsibilities.

"The woods are lovely dark and deep"
Now...

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I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden windowsill of my topmost room at the rundown pension overlooking the harbour. Next to it, I place my well-thumbed copy...

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*** MUSINGS ***

I have grown old,
thankfully, 
dragging along all my ailments,
unavoidably, it seems, but endured ~ and
graced by the frequent
    florets of wisdom
    adorning the rounds of circumspect musings
— those streams of sub-conscious pondering — 
which then course (perhaps...

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I
of
warped words
& soundless mind
out of mindless sight
no(some)where
blurring into
the No-Go Realm
(chasing cunning
cryptic clouds
of thoughtcrimes)

I touch
no man's land
out never
where I'm supposed
to be or
not begin

I am there
not here
catastrophically
contemplating
caricatures
of contorted
mindscapes

I am here or there
out of control
cleverly out of sorts
sorting out
sordid
collusive clutter
 

evading
enemies
in the
Dog Days of Delusion
one
dissolving
poem
at a time
(time a...

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Up the creek without a paddle?
Writer's block causing distress?
Get back up on the saddle
Ride the stream of consciousness!






7/16/2022

Designed using elements from canva.com

Stream of consciousness is a literary style in which a writer’s thoughts, feelings, and reactions are depicted in a continuous flow uninterrupted by objective...

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I remember all my houses.
I relive all my homes.
I conjure, cottage conscious,
my dreamscape flickering poems.

I easily abide the dream doctrine.
I rub grainy textures, 
the memory of my earliest cabin.
I summon my first adventures.

I begin impetuous, scribbling every wall.
I explore sensation with little heed.
My dwelling becomes...

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