Most recently published stories in Poets.
I can't put my mind to rest. My eyes are wide open, My mind is overthinking. I am daydreaming of my future, And what things I must get done.
By Karri Duperron7 years ago in Poets
The tap of a stone at my window Wakes me Crawling out of bed Eyes Red Open the shades Evening dark fades To morning blue
By Lon Casler Bixby7 years ago in Poets
As I lay here and reflect upon these last few months, I try to weave patterns from memories already worn thin Grasping at threads to make a quilt of thought
By Alex Odinson7 years ago in Poets
My name is Lindsay. And Heroin is my game. Suddenly became the only way to stay sane. Hitting the same vein multiple times in a day.
By Lindsay Tatham7 years ago in Poets
"Send me where you need me,where I can grow," I say,yet still I stay.I don't go.My ears are closed. Even when I open them,my mind says no.You show me and call mebut, though I hear,I don't listen.
By Danni Greer7 years ago in Poets
I don’t have a name I have a number Will my kids ever call me Dad? Will I know when they call me? Do they know I’m not that bad?
By David Aleman7 years ago in Poets
the birds are growing ever quiet, now the cats have come inside. the evening sun once drowning, now slips beneath the clouds and dies.
By Bradley Needham7 years ago in Poets
The Kansas City Royals won this year. The Warriors also won their game this time. Chicago Blackhawks captured on the sphere.
By Danny Fleming7 years ago in Poets
I didn't mean to make you smile that day. I didn't mean to think about your smile so much after I saw it the first time and I most certainly didn't mean to see you smile again, and again.
By Eva Beatrice7 years ago in Poets
I remember when my mom looked at me in the eyes and told me that I looked depressed.... I looked her right back into her eyes and lied that I wasn't stressed...
By Tongwa Ngu7 years ago in Poets
Playing with fire is not something you want to do. The beauty should be appreciated from a far. Please don't come any closer,
By Rebecca Morin Torres7 years ago in Poets
What was I thinking Being so open and loving To you was this just a game? All that wasted time... Thinking I stood a chance.
By Danielle DeDeoglou7 years ago in Poets