Most recently published stories in Poets.
Oh, sweetest desires How you taunt my soul. The mysterious songs you sing, The way you play your role. If only you could see,
By Morgan Levine8 years ago in Poets
I love the way he looks at me, The same way i look at him. We are madly in love. And forever will be. But no one can no for now.
Letting go of all the pain I fell Into a trap, With every intention to fly my wings would not Flap. I was searching for the applause but only heard the
By Michael avant8 years ago in Poets
And just like that, I died. It was really the most tragic kind of death I could think of. To be dead inside a living body. To have all the functions and normalcy of a living being, but possessing none of the essence of it.
By Jessica Bryant8 years ago in Poets
Humans are The deadliest animals on Earth Cats purr at you When you scratch their ears Humans shoot each other And then argue about it
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
The splash from my wet footsteps The voice of the howling wind The shattering of twigs from their mothers The noise of me searching
By Brandon Bwanakocha8 years ago in Poets
One. I like you. I really, really like you. I'm sorry that I lied. Two. There is something about the way you just look at me, that makes me feel like I matter.
By Elle White 8 years ago in Poets
Cocked and fired. Youthful dismay. No one speaks, just screams and shots ring out. Echoes longer than the lives they leave.
By Johnny Vedmore8 years ago in Poets
I am NOT who you think I am. I'm not a nerd. I'm not a geek. I'm not a magician. I'm not an actor. I'm certainly not an athlete.
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
I wonder within a long walk, This arduous journey of mine, Painful steps trace back to my dark dungeon, To a blooming meadow of maroon roses we meet,
By Wulfwaru the Lonely Writer8 years ago in Poets
Seeing is believing, though some depictions are more Vivid, Putting on a show for these twelve angry viewers, is it Enough to keep them livid?
Tears have stained her irises Intermittently Blue Like a summer sky Through open windows Or sapphires In the blinding sun
