Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Quick Note: this free verse is a little about self-doubt, the things that sometimes bring us down and learning how to break the dis-identification from the mind - I.e taken from Eckhart Tolle’s books.
By Grz Colm2 years ago in Poets
Everlasting it seems. Clouding the world in hollow darkness. Longing to devour a lantern brighter. Infinitely envious while
By Mo Darasi2 years ago in Poets
Embraced by the moon Consumed with darkness Lost in a shadow Isolated above sight Prayers for the return Soleil rays of light
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Poets
Eternity is a frightening thought. Comprehensible to so few. Looking out across it. It's easy to feel insignificant. Perhaps, that's why we perceive so little of it.
By Adam Diehl2 years ago in Poets
early on we assumed a dragon came to eat the sun light itself threatened by the cosmos in our later enlightenment
By Mark Francis2 years ago in Poets
Exquisite was the night we tasted together Claws raking through your back, you made me sing and purr Lingering is for those who wish for things to lose
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
They changed the world, one day at a rhyme, despite negativity and worldly slime. Some conquered physics, and some did the unthinkable,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
I went to the therapist. He wanted to know if I’m still thinking about her? Well, I wake up every morning and I reach for her.
By Archery Owl2 years ago in Poets
What line separates the Rumble of the wheels From the Howl of the wolves? _ Can you find it Here In the endless prefabrication?
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Each of us Comes to a point when, Life Itself is overshadowed by the People we love. Something within us shifts and...
By John Dodge2 years ago in Poets
Acceptance is not necessarily within the definition of defeat, Or so I’ve discovered in recent years, I’ve grown to learn the lessons you sent my way,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Every time I set my glass down, it leaves a ring. Cool water in that familiar shape of infinity. Little planet of molecules, combed right out of the air, as if cloud carried.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”2 years ago in Poets
