Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Poets.
Burn My Heart
Taken in the direction of down. Have I any choice if my heart is bound? So we’re on our way to hell. You didn’t think I’d take it so well.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Feel You
I feel your hand on my forehead, So warm and soft. I feel you stroking my hair, So gently and nice. I feel your heart beating,
Karri DuperronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Artists Hand
The artist's hand works with his eyes Creating his vision with paints Some prefer to render raw nature While others bring to life ancient Saints
Dan Mcgonagle aka CELTICPOETPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Long Journey
Everyone takes his own route, But we all arrive at the same destination: The cold granite headboard awaits us all. You might choose the expressway in the city,
Fred BobbittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsResentment
What do you see When you look in my eyes Is it the pain of resentment Contentment of situations That desire change Strange connections
Janae WilliamsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Know Who You Were With Tonight
I know who you were with tonight. He seems he comes from angels spawned from Michelangelo. He has the eyes of a sailor who’s seen the dark pit in the ocean.
Blood Brothers
If we hadn't of gone out, this wouldn't have happened. The bastard who dropped the needle, I'd beat the crap out of them.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTime 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 Poets