Most recently published stories in Poets.
I'll always be here standing I'll never fall away I'll always feel the same I'll never count the rain You'll always see me fightin'
By Rozzie Mozzie7 years ago in Poets
The jazz record plays, The old man with the red velvet hat smokes his cigar and sips his drink. On the dance floor, a couple dances, looking into each other eyes, not wanting to let go.
By Brianna McKinley7 years ago in Poets
My faith in love of the romantic kind... Has so far through this life made me wish I was blind. Towards the passionate fire that burns so intense...
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
Sick of being dark and cold, I want to stand in the light Where I can absorb the energy I need To keep fighting this fight,
By Lisa Craddock7 years ago in Poets
I want to be boneless Thrash about like leaves in strong wind Pull my weight over me Crumple when my time is up Floating, flightless
By Nicola Thoner7 years ago in Poets
Star light, Twinkle with delight, Flashing only to sight, Burning bright of right. Flash oh due to sky, A shelter honed of disguise,
By Michael Gallegos7 years ago in Poets
I love it when you love me, As your hands caress my back, and whittle down my spine and carve away my sides I love it when you love me
By Ben Attwood7 years ago in Poets
Alone in herself she sits. She casts herself away from the external forces that are herself How can one trust anyone when your own body deemed you unworthy
By Sydney robinson7 years ago in Poets
In the eye of the killer, you’re the prey, In the eye of the auteur, look for the story today, In the eye of a lover, you’re a beautiful thing
By Tony Lawlor7 years ago in Poets
If you're the kind of person who wants the meat, and no wait. Then poetry gives that gait. Yeah, it's a metaphor and simile trite,
Sometimes I remember certain things And intense emotion wells up inside The anger and hurt will crush my wings If I allow these feelings to magnify
A certain Treasure You will no longer find Used to live in eyes so blind View the clouds,sea and stone Trace back the past, Eat what's sown.
By Jonathan Clewlow7 years ago in Poets