Most recently published stories in Poets.
Living, Struggling, Striving To retain What little courage Trauma and pain have Left us with. . Seeming shy and timid,
By Amelia Davis8 years ago in Poets
Winds of Aeolus, glazed in despair, A divine impulse of pain, Haunted by the reality I cannot repair. I found the love of my life, you kept searching however,
By Ahsanul Kabir8 years ago in Poets
A ship. It can sail, swim better than any human. It can transport more than we ever could by hand. Without this wonderful creation like this, holidays, trade and other things could potentially be different.
By Becky W8 years ago in Poets
After strolling through a field of wildflowers, We came to a dock overlooking the lake When Natalie noticed her wrist, Bared from where the turquoise bracelet had always sat.
I keep calling and calling but I'm getting no answer July 22nd Color me cancer I'm waiting for a message Make my day go by faster
By Benny O'shin8 years ago in Poets
The dawn of a new day brings forth the dawn of darkness. Stuck on the wrong side of heaven Where prayers do not reach And blood sheds more than tears.
As the white curtain slowly darkens, the lights dim; silencing the audience on pale darkness while they take cover for the air gets colder.
By Marcio Velasquez8 years ago in Poets
Throughout life’s journey, I thought I had been lost before. Lonely, abandoned, Losing all hope for serenity. Those times were different.
I crave the era when life was elementary Attaining triumphs with limited efforts But if I had never followed the rainbow Never chased the direction where the winds usually blow
Beautiful is the night, beautiful the moon, The tired night will go down the date soon. The starry dust settles dew on the corn.
By Creative Hub8 years ago in Poets
It’s just a word.A word that means nothing.Nothing to me, anyway.Anyway, what’s the point?The point of saying sorry? “Sorry, it won’t happen again.” A lie.
By Bushra Shahriar8 years ago in Poets
I would always tell myself that all will be well, once time is given the opportunity. But what proof has it given me so far?
By Isaiah Wilmore8 years ago in Poets
