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Most recently published stories in Poets.

To the Divine Woman
From the bottom of my heart, I swear I'm sorry. that he treated you that way that all the he's treated you that way. Nevermind these lies they told
By Wyld Tha Bard8 years ago in Poets
Release
He listened. He was nothing like I imagined. Nothing like I would ever trust. His right wrist a glimpse into his past, his eyes a glimpse into his present. 2 weeks he said, his story resembling mine. Two space collisions within the same moment of time. He listened, he guided, he actually allowed me to release this fear, even if it was for only one small moment in time, one Small drop in this life that continues to drown me.
By Cortnie McGinnis8 years ago in Poets
Ours
He was standing there red roses in one hand, and mine in the other. We conquered the world, together it was ours. through all the hardships we faced
By Dani H8 years ago in Poets
Forever Yours
We're sinking in this hole It's like an abyss Each time we fall deeper The more we fall apart You're pushing I'm pulling
By Accalia Ortega8 years ago in Poets
A Manchester Monsoon
the sweet cigarette smoke that fills your lungs, and the smell that flushes your nostrils, a divine concoction of guilt and love, such as the sight of a dying dove.
By Jake Yates8 years ago in Poets
Soul
The voice of your soul is breath. But what if it's hard to breathe? The eyes are the windows to the soul. But what if you're blind?
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
Love? What's Love?
Angelic eyes in rainy streetlights, Gentle yet piercing, A depth inconceivable by unsaved minds, Withholding the dreams of all of human kind.
By Jake Yates8 years ago in Poets
Gun Powder
Breathe in... Hold it Squeeeeezzzee Breathe out. The clinkering of casings crashing to the ground, create a melody Serenity.
By Raidyn Wallace8 years ago in Poets
Who Am I?
Who I am is a question they ask…I do always question is their brain up to the task…the task of understanding which side is true?then again is my brain ever even sure what to do?
By Just-Jay.8 years ago in Poets
The Flames Are Burning
The Flames are Burning By: Kristen Coughlan The flames are Burning When man created fire The fire gave warmth and light
By Kristen Coughlan8 years ago in Poets
Present Day
Welcome to present day; The sky is polluted and the ground is grey, Humans have learnt to mass produce their prey. This is called farming.
By Jake Yates8 years ago in Poets
The Turning Page
The moment you actually feel your heart break. The moment you realize your entire life from that second on will never be the same. The moment you feel your body is no longer yours, your mind shattered, and the image of your future burned. The moment your heart cries, for the look in your child’s eye and the sound of his voice, two things that will haunt your thoughts forever. The passion and pain keep me alive. The unknown of both happening again, like the monster you cannot see.
By Cortnie McGinnis8 years ago in Poets