Most recently published stories in Poets.
A hardened shell of sticky fur, the likes of botched taxidermy writing on the winter roadside in shades of brown and red.
By Jamie Wilkinson8 years ago in Poets
how do you search for the moon among night-stained trees? Sirius, Orion, Ursa Major, the minor key in circles, the moon by smaller circles
By Daisy Lennon8 years ago in Poets
Rick looked out of the window into a world he was afraid of as the sun silhouetted the dark corners of his bedroom. As he watched the tree leaves blow in the wind from across the street, he could only think of flowers.
By Kourtney Risher8 years ago in Poets
it's a rat race can I keep up the pace just look at my face you can see the disgrace so fearfully in place but that's not the case
By Marc McAlister8 years ago in Poets
"The Prince Is Dead..." The word is out with a gasp of their breath. “I can’t believe his gone, and so very swift.” “He was such a good man” all those that knew him said.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Like a thief in the night, it has arrived This day, this moment, this hour, I am not surprised Maybe I am, but actually hid it pretty good
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
Sssh! Hush! I'm hiding from love. It has this obsession with me. Love moans for me to hold it close, then screams to be set free.
By Bonnie Simpson8 years ago in Poets
This song is for all the women of the world, You are appreciated we love you girls. This song is dedicated to you, You're perfect in all you do.
By K.C. Sanchez8 years ago in Poets
I like to believe I can live in a world of my own, in my head, all alone, but I know if I leave, I’ll be leaving you lonely.
By Sherylene Shay8 years ago in Poets
He's So Perfect... He was just so breath-taking. When we looked at each other it was about decision making. My heart was his for the taking. He made me laugh from my very soul. It was written in Destiny's Scroll our hearts were meant to be a whole. When I heard the alarm clock ring, it was then I knew he was only a dream and I was left with my heart aching.
By Lauren P.8 years ago in Poets
Life, so short, yet seems like it's taking forever We live life as though we own it and decide it But we fail to neglect life's worst enemy, Time.
O granola steeped in milk and honey O most perfect apricot wrinkled thumbprint of the sun float miraculous in my 2% and make my stomach
