Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
When lightening cracks and everything shudders I always think I am the white in between existing for precisely one flashing moment
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
If You don't take the stories that You find Residing within Your mind And use ink on the page to let them lie When Your time comes, Your stories will go with You
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Too many are owned by their possessions Almost nothing belongs to me alone To my master, I pose no glib questions My will belongs to him; I never groan
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
It takes real grit to be a writer - a creator of stories. Days when you don't feel like writing and would rather be doing anything else.
By Jasmine Aguilar2 years ago in Poets
As the sun rises casting its morning glow, I stand at the edge of the sea, shrouded in darkness, My mind feels the shadows of a depressing low.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
* Gotta start the morning on an up-swing Opportunities are on the rise Ordinary days can lose the zip- zing Dealing with the rain in cloudy skies
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
If I had a cent for every open challenge, I would have no sense.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
They never knew my name Until the drizzling hearts spoke up Solo sole seldom survives May nights own lights Not until they lose their identity
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
I can’t move today. Why is this cycle so vicious? Every potentially meaningful moment is promptly thrown away. Will I be a statistic?
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
It’s not about bad hair but bad air. I breathe fire you breathe rain. Dousing water on my dreams sending my hopes into steam!
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Poets
I hate when people ask about you As if your pain is mine to share. You’re tougher than I’ll ever be, But the heartache is yours to bare.
By Darby S. Fisher2 years ago in Poets
I moan all day I moan all night Just like cats after a fight ---- My claws are strong My claws run deep They tend to hurt most in my sleep
By G. A. Botero2 years ago in Poets
