Most recently published stories in Poets.
I miss the outback, Having spent years, Living down that lonely track, Time soon to go back. A deserted desert beach,
By Colin Hope8 years ago in Poets
You told me that I was light and you were the moth Drawn to my like I’m holding a golden ticket elsewhere. We just met and you have broken every boundary I put into place
By A. Rose8 years ago in Poets
~Everyday in many places peoples heads with their faces, Fall to the ground. In the name of religious extremist superstitions, brutal consequences,
By Matthew Allen8 years ago in Poets
As I sit in this new empty home that screams where I'm meant to be... Fallen soldiers inside joked about what it was like fighting in the preliminary.
By Miss Riddle8 years ago in Poets
A breath, morning A heavy lidded dawning A yawn, a moan A stifle, a groan The sun is incongruent Little to see, scarce to move
By Ben Attwood8 years ago in Poets
Alone in my mind I have died a thousand times in my mind, the whole world left behind. I have fought and cried inside my soul, buried secrets nobody should know.
By Crystal Caraway8 years ago in Poets
This life is a darkroom, In which we immerse our negatives, Only to develop delusions, We suppress with sedatives. Weak in the knees for any escape,
By Bray Maelzer8 years ago in Poets
Moonbeams burn My skin to Black, 'Twas not my turn- I can't go back... Into the past, I rushed the stage- The spell is cast,
By Ron Walker8 years ago in Poets
"Yes, my dear. I was waiting for you. Before I even met you, I was waiting for you. Always. That night. That holy night that I met you, your naked body I was holding for the first time, those tears I couldn't hold.
By 0 08 years ago in Poets
Thank you for everything you have done for me, And being there always watching out for me, Since I was small, I am grown up now,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Everybody is excited, perhaps nervous. Full of anticipation. We see the colourful categories, We glimpse the crowd around the corner.
By Chloe Urquhart8 years ago in Poets
Come closer, I'm not a fire. Fires can be put out by the rivers. Or storms. I'm not a fire. Come closer, I'm not the wind.
