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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Red: The Love Poems
A Romance d'amour that was you and me. Tender and fragile as the petals of flowers that bloomed at the springtime of our days together.
By Leah James8 years ago in Poets
What Does It Feel Like to Be Alive
Feel the blood pump through your veins The warmth washing away your pains The hair on your neck stand to attention Is this the feeling that they all mention?
By Sydney Schneider8 years ago in Poets
An Eye for an Eye...
An Eye for an Eye (the whole world will go blind). We will never move forward, if we’re always looking behind. An Eye for an Eye, the whole world goes blind.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Predator
Feeding off anyone he chooses, he's obsessed until he moves on to the nextFeeding off anyone he chooses, he's insane it'll leave you breathlessHe's got you in his clutches now he'll never let you go,He's obsessed with you he's a predator and you'll never be the same again.
By Georgia Angus8 years ago in Poets
One Day
One day, I’ll stop looking for your messages, Eventually, I’ll realize they aren’t going to come, Perhaps one day when you are reminiscing about the fools who have loved you,
By Lisa Craddock8 years ago in Poets
LGBTI
The right to exist co-equal runs across many lines lack of imagination, moral cowardice, politics, culture, religion. All dark scenery and stage craft
By Michael Bee8 years ago in Poets
Checkmate
We’ve all got our rooks, our pawns, and knights To protect our kings and queens From each other’s lightning strikes Yet even when you call a truce
By Meghan K. ☽8 years ago in Poets
The Lyrical Paraffin Lamp
Saw a man in town today, sitting writing in the street, he had a worn out coat and worn out shoes and a flat cap at his feet.
By J A8 years ago in Poets
Years
Twelve years old. That's when I first heard it. The harsh arguments, words swinging hard, sucker punches that left scars.
By Larissa Antonioni8 years ago in Poets
Seven-Day Cycle
Monday is mellow. Mysterious and slow. Tuesday is tough. Puts on a good show. Wednesday is wisdom and Thursday's true love.
By Chahat Sharma8 years ago in Poets
Friendship
Above the clouds the air is sweet - there is never an absence of light. Birds beat their way upwards hoping to reach those skies.
By Michael Bee8 years ago in Poets
Letting Go
When I think about letting things go, I think of a crackling fire, burning away all the garbage that clutters the inside of my mind. It just floats around in there, taking up so much room and it leaves no space for the things in life that matter.
By Larissa Antonioni8 years ago in Poets