Most recently published stories in Poets.
A man on all fours is seen barking like a dog in the street, He has difficulty eating, and difficulty with sleep, Panic attacks, hallucinations and seizures can also occur,
By DAVID PRIOR7 years ago in Poets
Black Woman Her value is priceless Her worth is limitless Black women are goddesses Her voice contributes power and hope when she reveals her deepest thoughts and says poetic sentences
By Latoia Dunn7 years ago in Poets
Thank you to Charlotte for giving us Jane, a novel full of Victorian pain, And thank you Yeats for poems untamed, and thanks for all the political pain.
By A Quick Thought7 years ago in Poets
What I am seeing is quite explainable. Although the placing of it is not always obtainable. The creation of its appearance is maintainable.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
What are you doing to the world Lord, are you deliberately tearing it apart? So many beautiful and creative minds, can’t everyone make a start?
By David Aleman7 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow's love a promise I cannot make, for I know not what tomorrow brings and the efforts it would take. I have not known tomorrows joys
By Torey Seymour-Russell7 years ago in Poets
Crazy enough the life we live is one of billions. The pain we all feel has been mirrored as it has been relived before us.
By Olivia Colley7 years ago in Poets
Two words so simple to use when they are owed. Maybe only borrowed words until the next time you need something. Or, Just plain courtesy
By Tawni Maisonneuve7 years ago in Poets
Have you seen an elephant with a stripy trunk? Have you ever seen a giraffe that looks like a skunk? Have you ever seen a bird that flies upside down and
Have you ever been down a hole so dark and deep? Not a glimmer of light... just sadness and grief. Your will to live lost and your urge to fight gone.....you struggle to distinguish what's right and what's wrong.
By Natalie Riley7 years ago in Poets
To the young man So nonchalantly crossing the street Please pay attention I guess nobody informed you That you were born on the unofficial
By F.D. Brake7 years ago in Poets
Crispy leaves drift peaceful air, wistful days of wondering, colored pieces piling high, moment’s tainted suffering. Strolling footprints, moving truths,
By Linda Balboni7 years ago in Poets