Most recently published stories in Poets.
Missing you is the rain and tonight it's autumn I'm on the motorway the rain's pouring dripping in tune with my heartbeat
By Meela.A8 years ago in Poets
I Am Disposed feelings Disposed so easily What I would do feel you close And let it go the way it was meant to Silent goodbyes and swollen eyes
By Mikayla L.8 years ago in Poets
Sit work Sit make money Sit eat Lie sleep Repeat Life An endless cycle of Sit and stand, lie I want more Sit work
By Steph Sinclair8 years ago in Poets
We live moving at the speed of light and sound, connected to the edges of visibility without seeing anything, Willing to accept our fate as morsels to the great divine who stands there watching, waiting in the beyond,
By clarkspittah8 years ago in Poets
Majestic golden hair blows surrounding a face fit for only the most beautiful of Greek goddesses. Shape perfected, the hour glass moves with tranquility and grace.
By Blake Theau Thor8 years ago in Poets
Theatricality formed through millennial evolution which is excessive as it is easily donned. Is only begotten through hospitable elements able to see this show go on in its artistic ways.
By Jose Gabriel8 years ago in Poets
It is this tragedy that binds me. All of these things that remind me Of a wasted youth of dreams. A life so bitter sweet,
By A.C. Zempleni8 years ago in Poets
I met my guardian angel he smelled of sunshine, coffee, and traveled air It was in York, Nebraska — midpoint from home to Clay Center
By MaKenzi Lynn8 years ago in Poets
The thing is that we'd be outlaws in this cruel world To them, the thought of you and I is absurd They say it's a sin and wish I was a dove
I breathe air into my lungs, Enjoy the taste of the wind, Touch suffers heat, With my eyes I am watching unforgettable postcard.
By niki majchalajdu8 years ago in Poets
Waiting, standing silently, looking through the doorway, gathering thoughts while the darkness surrounds. Choices to make that cannot yet be seen.
By Deanne Jensen8 years ago in Poets
I wish I was a bird. So I could fly far away. As I lay here and stare out my window, A bird taunts me. As the memories haunt me.
By Kaitlyn Simpson8 years ago in Poets
