Most recently published stories in Poets.
These Pockets of mine. They're pockets of time. Filled with joy, soaked in sorrow. Half empty with love, half filled with a shadow.
By JAHAN ZABE8 years ago in Poets
Here lies the history of war. A devastation behind every door. Battle scenes from yesterday. Know exactly when to play. The battlefield is covered in bloody bones.
By Paul Crocker8 years ago in Poets
Leaves falling upon the ground, Silently without a sound, Yellow, red, orange and a golden brown, Creating a carpet that has just been laid down.
By DAVID PRIOR8 years ago in Poets
As he passes, the man with three children and the tired wife rolls his eyes at me. Briefly, we connect. His look says simply:
By Michael McIntosh8 years ago in Poets
UNFAITHFUL AND FULL OF LIES, MANY TIMES TELLING THEM LOOKING DEAD IN MY EYES, ALL I EVER WANTED FROM YOU WAS YOUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE,
By K8 years ago in Poets
My great niece, little miss Bethany. I am your great Aunt Crystal. You might not remember me. I am writing this for you. Soon you'll be turning three, you look so much like your mom and dad.
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Like Aphrodite’s perilous steps that found her fallen in the traps of love Adonis was whitened flesh, Deceased delicacy, bipolarity, in gentle
By Lunaneres /8 years ago in Poets
When i was a kid, Red was the color of love. But now it seems to be the color of blood. When i was a kid, i was unaware about most things.
By Anubhuti Lakhera8 years ago in Poets
It’s so hard to think right now, All I can do is use all my energy to stop myself from crying. Because the last time I saw him,
By Michelle Jacques8 years ago in Poets
When going back to the hospital to register for my surgery the other day, I was hurt, hurt very deep. I had a severe anxiety attack. It happened as we
If all of the madness of the world could be condensed down into one little poem... I'd do it. If all of the sadness in my heart
By Michael Giglio8 years ago in Poets
Where does the evening go at night, I close my eyes shut out the light- and dream of someplace far away, but not always return
By Ron Walker8 years ago in Poets
