Most recently published stories in Poets.
Red hearts, purple marks. Good love, It breaks hearts. And body, mind. Better times she will find. Before they dig up her dirt?
By Mariha Lively8 years ago in Poets
WIND?oh to where hath the wind gone? the moors lay silent in her wake and the leaves, dearly miss her presence To where hath she wandered?
By Kaloriinn Mason8 years ago in Poets
What do you think of when you first fall in love? I think of a future, a life I feel like falling in love is a mental illness, it distorts a persons perception of reality
By Felicity Spearmon-McMillian8 years ago in Poets
To those whom have gone before me, I beseech you;Take a moment out of your 'perfect', busy lives;Stop what you are doing and go to your window.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski8 years ago in Poets
I believe it was that— that cold night in December, that flashed and burned Us. That set off a canon of venomous smoke,
By Darnum Barnum8 years ago in Poets
I hate you So why do I still care Why do I still think about you Every day Every single day you cross my mind I hate it
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
As a kid I would think of a different world, a place where young kids go, Where there really are no limits, and NOBODY, says "no".
By Tanya Stavroulias8 years ago in Poets
grey clouds breed in the sky to make fear for the fearful the mist shifts vibrations from cheerful you can feel the cold breeze as hell drapes in
By b. h.8 years ago in Poets
I once dared to feel again I once dared to try and see I once dared to hope I once dared to believe I made a mistake Never again to be repeated
By Richard Bailey8 years ago in Poets
It lasts all through September. Not to mention enchanting flowers, that reflect a purple tinge, and help to declare the ripeness of the year.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
there is literally nothing you can say that’ll shatter me into a thousand pieces because you are no worse than the monster I live with....
By Jahdirah Wilkinson8 years ago in Poets
I know it is there Sleeping I was unaware Slowly it fills me Never shall I be free Again, I can see the black I know for sure it is back
