Most recently published stories in Poets.
As the last leaf falls, I dream of you. When winter calls, I miss you too. Daylight slowly fades to gray, Snowflakes falling, here to stay.
By Elizabeth Mustain7 years ago in Poets
These hands and this mind are mine, And I would be wise to use them. If you were so inclined, You would be wise too. But if you must make use of your words,
By MaryJane Carter7 years ago in Poets
This poem is for our daughter, our little one. Your name was Dakota, you were supposed to be born this June. You had amazing long legs and feet, just like me.
By Crystal Korpan7 years ago in Poets
VULNERABLE TO THOSE WHO CONSPIRE, OTHERS.TO TEARING UP THE OTHERS. ONLY FOR THE PROFIT OF SELF SATISFACTION TO BELIEVE THEMSELVES BETTER THAN OR GREATER THAN, ALL
By David Avner7 years ago in Poets
Like Biggie (Smalls) Sewing alligators on his shirts, Crocodiles, I got a baby lizard On my collar, and Spiders on my
By Neil Heddings7 years ago in Poets
The streetlight reflects the glow of the freshly fallen snow Softly packed clouds drifting down as the wind blows As I walk towards the moon it follows me around
By Nicole (Nikki) M.7 years ago in Poets
Not a leaf left on it now, No green or gold on creaking bough. No rustles as the wind runs through; Whispered words to me, from you.
By Samuel Allen7 years ago in Poets
The Start, how do I start? How about the station? Eyes uncontrollably dashing side to side searching for her. A few hundred, how could I be sure she is the one? I dont know but I just knew.
By Michael Ogilvie7 years ago in Poets
You, for love of whom I am become as new-dug clay Mold me... With the waters & the wheel of yourself shape my soul, for it is yours.
By Torey Seymour-Russell7 years ago in Poets
Drifting away Like a leaf in the autumn wind Floating, floating No destination in mind Wondering wondering Far away, no where to be found
By Maria Peacock7 years ago in Poets
Trees tell stories, The rings within them as well. The age of a flower is shown through its petals, But a leaf can not tell a story without the bark holding the tree together...
By Olivia Colley7 years ago in Poets
Oh Swansea how I miss you, the beach, the park and the sea I remember all the holidays running wild and free Walking over the mountain that took us to the world
By David Aleman7 years ago in Poets