Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Poets.
Time to Be
Time to be, I have with joy. That a heart in pounding, There is a sense of me. With me, I know; There's a measure in a measure,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAka-Death
...Timeless in the shadows, feel desire climbing the walls of solitude, inescapible in the disillusionary chamber of reality-
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlack Rain
You tempt me with your web of lies Like a wolf in a sheep's disguise Twisted nature of the hidden game The only interest is passing blame
Michelle BridgesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRootless
My life is constant upheaval: I am a fragmented diaspora Of memories and timelines left hollow in deserted veins; Aspirations to thrive in an unfamiliar environment withers
Raven AuroraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMade Alive
Energy, flows through me like chills... chills like a vocalist hitting the greatest note in a lifetime. Balancing out the faded wave of semi-sweet chocolate;
Tiera Porter-HousePublished 7 years ago in PoetsLanguage Restrictions May Apply
Hi's and Bye's are go betweens. Is language between us really that clean? Words we say, from feelings we sway. Never unearthing the depths in play.
JAHAN ZABEPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHustle
Flames engulf the hands of father time - i lose my place, while injecting shadows, darkness spills across my space- when the demons whisper,
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAmerican Dictatorship
You have the right to remain silent, Yeah right it's time to be violent. It's time to fight against the silence with random acts of violence.
Matthew AllenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAs I Lay Dying
As my life force begins to drain from my body my mind races. I wonder If everyone knows how much I love them. I wonder if everyone I hurt knows I'm sorry. I wonder who will attend my funeral. I wonder if he will be there mourning me, missing me. I wonder if he still thinks of me. I wonder if he still cares. I think of how I used to love him. How I still love him. I wish he still felt something towards me. Something like he used to feel for me.
Muriel WeathersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFortress
Fortress. I see it that way, with heavy doors and gate keepers, well, the bouncers, pulling glass doors with an extra grunt.
The Storm
I stand untouched in the eye of the storm Nothing can touch me within Wherever I go it stays with me Guarding me like the fiercest of Djinn
Dan Mcgonagle aka CELTICPOETPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFlow
Timeless, rolling over stone, By myself - Asserting peace, Visible only if You seek- Where am I From, Where will you go?
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in Poets