Most recently published stories in Poets.
There was a time when warm summer day’s lingered for ever and transitioned into pale blue moonlight before a soul could notes. A time when Love was cherished over all else. A time when the sky was a richer, deeper and more true blue, blue enough to induce melancholy sadness. It was when happiness was effortless the way it was meant. Today the winter wind blows cold and angry. Today is lonely. Today the most worthless and needless things are treasured. I cringe at the sight of beauty used for profit. Every salty tear that falls with soft and delicate sound weigh heavy on the mind. Every moment another someone’s heart is breaking. Tiny pieces scattered over the endless landscape of life. Good bye is agony. The dog days of life are gone.
By Thomas E8 years ago in Poets
Taken in the direction of down. Have I any choice if my heart is bound? So we’re on our way to hell. You didn’t think I’d take it so well.
By Paul Crocker8 years ago in Poets
I feel your hand on my forehead, So warm and soft. I feel you stroking my hair, So gently and nice. I feel your heart beating,
By Karri Duperron8 years ago in Poets
The artist's hand works with his eyes Creating his vision with paints Some prefer to render raw nature While others bring to life ancient Saints
By Dan Mcgonagle aka CELTICPOET8 years ago in Poets
Everyone takes his own route, But we all arrive at the same destination: The cold granite headboard awaits us all. You might choose the expressway in the city,
By Fred Bobbitt8 years ago in Poets
What do you see When you look in my eyes Is it the pain of resentment Contentment of situations That desire change Strange connections
By Janae Williams8 years ago in Poets
I know who you were with tonight. He seems he comes from angels spawned from Michelangelo. He has the eyes of a sailor who’s seen the dark pit in the ocean.
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Poets
If we hadn't of gone out, this wouldn't have happened. The bastard who dropped the needle, I'd beat the crap out of them.
Time to be, I have with joy. That a heart in pounding, There is a sense of me. With me, I know; There's a measure in a measure,
By Michael Gallegos8 years ago in Poets
...Timeless in the shadows, feel desire climbing the walls of solitude, inescapible in the disillusionary chamber of reality-
By Ron Walker8 years ago in Poets
You tempt me with your web of lies Like a wolf in a sheep's disguise Twisted nature of the hidden game The only interest is passing blame
By Michelle Bridges8 years ago in Poets
My life is constant upheaval: I am a fragmented diaspora Of memories and timelines left hollow in deserted veins; Aspirations to thrive in an unfamiliar environment withers
By Raven Aurora8 years ago in Poets
