Most recently published stories in Poets.
The person I am is Not the person I was I believe maybe I was happier or maybe I was just more reckless than I am now But there comes a time when living fast is too fast
By Skylar Cribb8 years ago in Poets
April 2nd, 2018 Love has a way Of finding and forcing a path Into our thoughts, sometimes our day, It isn't always what we expect
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Poets
I told you that I did not hide my skeletons in closets. They are open to the world, showing colors in the pale light. They stand firmly beside me.
By Lily Adkins8 years ago in Poets
What ever happened to individuals being faithful in a monogamous relationship with respect? It is a world we live in that is accepting individuals to be free spirits
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Poets
What's it like Having someone who would hold you When you sleep at night? What's it like Having someone who loves you Through the pain and smiles?
By Devante Matthew8 years ago in Poets
I have an idea I have a new thought I finally found The one thing I sought I’ve been inspired To create something new
By Josephine Staples8 years ago in Poets
Paul McCartney, while working on Sgt. Pepper, had writer's block when it came to penning a lyric for a lovely melody which would eventually become "Golden Slumbers."
By Reid Moore8 years ago in Poets
I Used To Dream. I used to dream of white picket fences... A wide open space where a castle was built. A princess to be my queen in a world of beauty...
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Deep in the woods Under a tree, sits a young elf lady. Her long black hair blows in the wind, dappled in light and shade.
By Alissa Cassel8 years ago in Poets
We make it there just in time The air is full She yells for me to hurry Everything is wet She stops smiling to yell The face contorts
By Nicole Blake8 years ago in Poets
Once before in a time that does not exist A Queen sat alone on a throne and began to reminisce She pondered old smiles And reviewed dead feelings
Worried for our concerns as they continue to crave a Listener, How have we, somehow, become slaves to a Prisoner? Again and again with your entitlement,
By Michael avant8 years ago in Poets
