Most recently published stories in Poets.
A walking talking contradiction You & I We both seek loveAs we can both give unconditionallyWe want to receive loveBut yet we won't take the proper steps to be in love
By Faye Anon7 years ago in Poets
She lucidly drifts through malevolent dreams, beholding her death and conception She edifies Bai Ze and Baku She conquers Gawl Nulim and severs his head
By Jo Dowling7 years ago in Poets
My pain builds me, I know my pain, I recognize my pain My pain focuses me, my pain clarifies for me, my pain reminds me, I endure my pain
By David Ziherambere7 years ago in Poets
Walking down the hall, feeling so down. Talking to my best friend, wondering why he left me. She says 'Go away', I turn around...
By Jessica Smith7 years ago in Poets
Hurry up and make a wish, the night is full of stars. The shooting ones will take the wish and carry it to Mars! There the little Martians will evaluate its worth
By Rae Elliott7 years ago in Poets
I’m stuck in this place, No one to save me. Why do you do this? Torment, abuse, bully, There’s barely anything left of me.
By India Dillon7 years ago in Poets
Young love is failure after failure, dark, wrong, and meaningless. Developing each emotion in a twisted, tangled mark. Complicated, dramatic as a leech
I use to sit and wonder what my life will bring Will it bring joys? Will it bring love? Will I one day be happy? Or will it bring sorrow, pain and suffering?
By Shannan Cimino Stewart7 years ago in Poets
Dawn dreams of simple pleasures The dew drops frosted upon the grass right in between your toes And then when it snows and gets much too cold
By Ethan Stiles7 years ago in Poets
Caged in the chambers of familiarity. Domestication hasn't led to any tameness. What has it led to? Isolation. Isolation of oneself in safety. In comfortability.
By Celia M7 years ago in Poets
A son of man No; son of sam Transforming all strife On a journey through life Softly, seeking some meaning Searching and Keening
Love was a snowflake for him. Pretty, cold and temporary in the making. Winter's air kept his emotions frozen. A gradual process of corrosion.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets