Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Poets.
The Test
Tiny tender turtles Traveling through the terrain To Thalassa. Terrible tormentors! Troublesome! Threatening! Terrifying!
Audrey HeitzPublished about a year ago in PoetsActually Autistic
Actually Autistic Authentic Articulate Ageless Aesthetic - Accepting And Abiding Alluring And Attracting Ardent All-embracing
Kyra ChambersPublished about a year ago in PoetsSerenading Stillness
Silently standing Solemnly swaying Subtle scents surrounding Seductive seashore swells, surging, soaking Solitary seagull soaring, seeking sustenance
Lament of a Lonely Heart
A lonely heart beats in my chest, With a sorrowful tale to be confessed. Once it sang with joy and delight, But now it's shattered, broken, and contrite.
The Rose's Story
A rose, so soft and tender Its petals like velvet, surrender To the gentle caress of the breeze Dancing gracefully with such ease
11th Ramadan
As the night falls on this sacred day And the stars twinkle bright above We gather to pray and to say Thanks to the Lord for His endless love
Zulqarnain HaiderPublished about a year ago in PoetsApril 2023
In April's gentle light, The world is born anew, As nature sheds her winter plight, And flowers burst in hues. The air is filled with hope,
Zulqarnain HaiderPublished about a year ago in PoetsDiscover
Dear dying dreams, discover deciphered demon dialect displayed direct, discover dropping diamond daggers defiling darkness, discover
Erika EdbergPublished about a year ago in PoetsSoulmate.
Faces and eyes ,smiles and lies all of them are but hidden in one thing that is your soul. what is a soul? we often say this , do something that makes your soul happy or soul is what makes a human. soul is a energy one possess far from the real world hidden deep inside us .I strongly believe that having a soul is just not a human phenomenon but something that can be found around . The flower beside your foot has as much soul as you do.
shireen naazPublished about a year ago in PoetsPillow Pandemonium
Puffy pillows piled up high, People waiting for the signal to fly, Playful giggles fill the air, Pandemonium erupts without a care.
Memories
In the stillness of the night, As I lay down to rest, Memories come flooding back, Of moments I love the best. The sound of laughter, so pure and true,
Mutahir AhsanPublished about a year ago in PoetsShapeshifters
I'll make a bed for you here all stone floors and broken walls, I’ll open the curtain and let the sunshine fall onto your form,
Erika EdbergPublished about a year ago in Poets