Most recently published stories in Poets.
SnowFlakes fall on my window pane They make no sound They fall all around me They fall like tiny frozen raindrops All over my lips on my face on my neck and even on the ground
By Trinitie James8 years ago in Poets
Back to where we climbed the tower How far the judgment day no words Oh what you got to mellow out, strung No change in the city
By Tyler Milton8 years ago in Poets
If this child asks me one more question, I am about to Smile, and answer her questions politely Because I care about this student, and she is polite as well.
By S. D. Kelley8 years ago in Poets
one -- the sunset. in some part of the world, be it my backyard or somewhere in the Philippines, there is always a beautiful sky of color,
By Olivia House8 years ago in Poets
In my dreams.... My make believe, I see your shadow next to mine. It comforts me to dream of you; my memories, they are kind.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice8 years ago in Poets
People like the warmth, It brightens the earth and provides comfort. It is that of the sun The feeling of having earnt.
By Austin Haus8 years ago in Poets
Forever lost here in my mind. I think about it all the time. What would happen if everything just stopped. If my life were just dropped.
By Adrian Elizabeth8 years ago in Poets
Widowed wives with their broken hearts and tearful eyes. Creatures, hollow and dark, ever-looking for their lost soul and the fallen part of their hearts.
By Barbara Blatch8 years ago in Poets
I never wanted to be one of these robots, who lived for their weekend. An endless dose of day in, day out. Bank Holidays designed to prevent people from quitting their jobs-
By Tazmin Pye8 years ago in Poets
There's a part of me that embraces this pain letting it wrap around me holding me together. A piece of me that feels everything but peace
By Tiffany Wonderland8 years ago in Poets
I'm scared. Scared you'll leave me the moment I tell you how I feel. Scared that I'm just getting my hopes up for absolutely nothing,
By Faith Zielinski8 years ago in Poets
The colour you see when you look at your no longer bleeding wounds The colour of dead leaves in fall The colour of wood stain
By Brenda Cobb8 years ago in Poets
