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Most recently published stories in Poets.

5am
The honk of a car horn, a word shouted from a passing lorry, or the old men outside the pub The slap of a hand on my thigh or arse or tits that somehow you get away with, get away with wholly, completely, as the establishment turns a blind eye as your friends laugh it off as "you being you"
By Katherine Illsley8 years ago in Poets
Dear Generation Next
2016 was a mess And 2017 isn't the best Brexit sending people home Or out in the streets all alone American elections give us fear
By Saskia morgan8 years ago in Poets
A Verisimilitude Day Modern "Adventurer"
The pictures say that you have been there; #Intrepid Modern Day Traveller. You’ve read the blogs, Bought your clogs, Booked your flights,
By Tom Cartledge8 years ago in Poets
The Answer
To be given love at such great measures... Inspires me to reflect, learn kind love that adores when all else will reject. Through eyes of love I saw myself a sight I never knew... Someone showed me who I am by giving me their view.
By Teresa >T<8 years ago in Poets
Pretend By Day
Here I stand, Upon this cliff With raging nerves And body stiff. Down below, The angry waves Await the girl That no one saved.
By Jaz Leigh8 years ago in Poets
Golden Sea
I wade through a sandy ocean, And each coarse grain I strike is the weight of a sea. My breath labors from my breast and my eyes
By Johnny O'Neill8 years ago in Poets
Dissociating Into a New Beginning
I spend most of my days lost. Lost in mundane activities. Locking my brain out of anything that is too much... Too much happiness or too much sadness, too much anger or joy.
By Alison G8 years ago in Poets
August 30th
The rain was beautiful today. It came down stronger than in recent memory. So fierce the roads were like rivers. I loved every drop of it.
By Johnny O'Neill8 years ago in Poets
Talk the Talk
This has been a long time since. A long time coming like the end of this sentence. A long-sword thrust and there is my vengeance.
By Jacob Parnell8 years ago in Poets
The Garden of Life
As I walk through the garden, the garden of life, I touch the sweet roses, and twirl in delight. We play until darkness,
By Chahat Sharma8 years ago in Poets
Taboo
I should not should not - ---- --- it simply isn't done For we are light and funny and - ---- --- isn't fun It's as much fun I bet
By kelvin matchett8 years ago in Poets
Natural Disaster
Hard to fathom the pastures Of my mental memories More than metaphoric similes My brainstorms crucial Thoughts invades neural space
By David Derouselle8 years ago in Poets