Most recently published stories in Poets.
When the darkness creeps in slowly and lights begin to dim, Do not be afraid of the feelings flooding in Emotion is at the centre of all we are and do
By Hayley8 years ago in Poets
White dots are lining the sky Washing the street with their soft, wet feel Not a trace of your footprints in the snow I used to follow them everywhere I'd go
By Hailey Mattson8 years ago in Poets
Hush child and lay down your head Go to sleep and sweet dreams will follow Your mother’s arms around you will lull you even deeper
By Jocelyn Gold8 years ago in Poets
It's funny how you say you see things that can't be understood. From my point of view, I would have guessed maybe you would. You see, you take my trust for granted. I give so many chances only to be taken advantage.
By Brooklyn Hart8 years ago in Poets
I. Can’t. Stop. I can’t stop breathing I can’t stop needing Under the pressure reeling! This pressure my head kneading
By Kathryn Brown8 years ago in Poets
Loving you, has allowed me to see how happy I can be Our love like Paris in the spring, blooming and full of zing So sweet, amazing and fun...long talks and walks in the sun
By Lanetta Darden8 years ago in Poets
But who can blame me--I learned early to tiptoe so they didn't know I was coming. Run as if something was chasing me. And when I tear my own hair out, I make safety nets.
By Ava M.8 years ago in Poets
For young, wealthy, white men college is an option. Deemed a casual (yet educational) vacation they can just show up to because the library,
By Mari Ortega8 years ago in Poets
I noticed a peculiar blue light shining through the little window of the bathroom in my new-old house. The color was too cool to be light from the rose gold glow of the neighborhood street lamps, so I stopped.
By @of_the_nile_renee8 years ago in Poets
By: Maxwell I. Gold I have thoughts where in darkness they dwell, inside the cosmic voids which quell, my heart and mind to see, what I want to truly be. This is my declaration, of writ and rhyme, burning bright forever in time.
By TheWeirdPoet8 years ago in Poets
I am fairly certain it is true that all light sources must emit some heat. That if you cup your hands around an amber street lamp
By Spring Pearson8 years ago in Poets
His eyes His smile His hair, His Touch, I carry them with me in the very back of my mind. And when I hear that song or I write those words, I see you.
By Mariah Nicole8 years ago in Poets
