Most recently published stories in Poets.
Nestled in the verdant mountains, Among lush green trees, Is the house I've seen in my dreams..... I lean against the clear glass wall,
By Creative Hub8 years ago in Poets
I wake in the half-light Time slows, merging colours I didn’t know existed The air is heavy today I catch a train to quiet solitude
By Emily Ocean8 years ago in Poets
We will go down together Walk with me down the empty street because the deafening silence isn't so lonely with the sound of your heartbeat.
By Shannon Moriarity8 years ago in Poets
frantic scattered mumblings plague the psyche trembling hypothetical murmurings escape the tongue exhaustive delusions infiltrate lucid reality
By Adam Steglich8 years ago in Poets
I hold his hand and squeeze it tight Tell him everything’s gonna be alright I tuck him in bed, snug and tight Leave on the hallway light
By Lon Casler Bixby8 years ago in Poets
Things just change,Said the night to the dawn.Things just change,Said the dusk to the day. And we all watched on. We all watched on,As the days passed by.We all watched on,As another night died.
By Luke Downing8 years ago in Poets
Watch the delicate flower Blooming on a Spring day Just to wilt in the Winter Knowing that this stage won't Last forever. The will and power
By Amelia Davis8 years ago in Poets
All people wear a Mask, Why? You are not supposed to ask, Being yourself is a thing of past, You need to be sailing keeping high the mask.
you are a clockwork carousel; the words inside you spin starry waltzes horses rotate like the cruel cycles you trap yourself within.
For many a long month we battled hard across the great plain of misery, against an enemy spread as far as the deep blue sea,
By H.L. Dowless8 years ago in Poets
Yesterday, I was lonely with nobody to call my own. Today, I'm his one and only and the blues have been startled and flown.
By Paul Crocker8 years ago in Poets
Above — my roof, her floor — apart, My interest of mind resides, Not the hottest pangs of my desire Nor the tempting nature of the flesh.
By Ellis Martin8 years ago in Poets
