Most recently published stories in Poets.
The stereotypes of winter only slightly differ, to some they only like it because they can get away with mixing Eggnog with their liquor.
By Stephanie Lifton8 years ago in Poets
Poems of tenebrae #1 i was not upset because i believed I deserved better i only realized i never did #2 I am sorry
By Artemis Daryn8 years ago in Poets
Rise above that which bonds you to this world, allow your dreams to become unfurled. Keep the idea of who you are and strive for all you want to be,
Everything's Black She doesn't want to go back What happened to the shine When everything was fine You take a look at her and think where did everything go wrong
By Sammie Igglesden8 years ago in Poets
There’s a wild running river full of life and full of peace, It glows with royal beauty and fills you like a feast, The light reflects and blinds your eyes,
By Seth Beaird8 years ago in Poets
Don't think, don't say. be strong enough to survive the day Don't run from the ghost of yesterday, He’s there every step of the way.
By Morgan Leigh Mintz8 years ago in Poets
A close friend says I'm "Poetry in Motion." I don't need to write things down on paper. The mystery is already there. I speak in metaphors. My eyes alone can describe something larger than life. Who needs a little black book and pen?
By Ra Dyv3rse8 years ago in Poets
Last night we heard five feet on the weather And her and I prayed for Winter pouring into car windows And trailing into our warmly lit room by our boot tails
By Kaylee Champa8 years ago in Poets
I have only thought of you fleetingly and with disgust over the years, as I remember you telling me that you loved me... then minutes later making me burst into tears.
In the tenebre around me A weary frame lies still Cold vespers die upon his lips Once unpropelled by will; His resting face is strained
By Zoe Kay8 years ago in Poets
I try my very best to win the race that I'm in, a trophy glints brightly at the finish line that I know I'll never win. My opponents have long since passed me
Is it a sin if I cut within a body thats already vacant with no-one in? My skin, is an open wound I find myself stagnant, entrapped within.
By Alyssia Renee8 years ago in Poets
