Most recently published stories in Poets.
Change is the essence of life, A transformation that never stops, It challenges us to see things anew, And to break free from old habits and thoughts.
By Amiabout a year ago in Poets
Change is the only constant in life, An inevitable force we cannot deny, It comes in all shapes and sizes, And leaves us in different guises.
...EVERYTHING ON THE ROAD WENT BIZZARO, MY PASSION FELT STAGNANT, MY STRENGTH TURNED ON ME, WHILE MY WILL BECAME FEAR. YET ANOTHER STORM WAS ON ITS WAY TO REAP DISTRUCTION.
By Brandon Duffinsabout a year ago in Poets
Hope is a bird that soars high, Spreading its wings across the sky, It sings a song of endless possibility, And fills our hearts with positivity.
Hope is a seed that we all sow, In the midst of life's ebb and flow, It grows and blossoms, bright as day, And fills our hearts in every way.
Under the shade of an umbrella I sit and watch the world go by Raindrops patter on the fabric As people rush and hurry by
By Raj’s Vocalabout a year ago in Poets
I see you. All shiny and metallic. Glistening in the sunlight seeping through the window. Cool, relaxing in your own state,
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
~ days be trippin' tumbling one right after the other, sprinting from east to west like they can't be bothered to stop and hang out.
By Heather Hublerabout a year ago in Poets
The whole of my heart is enveloped In what goes on in my mind For it is that which is within me That makes its way out Through every little word and action
By Karen LaRueabout a year ago in Poets
On Whispering Hill, the wind blows free, And whispers secrets to the trees, The grasses sway, in gentle dance, As sunlight streams, in golden trance.
By Furqanabout a year ago in Poets
Peel away the scar tissue from my soul, to reveal a deeper wound, inflicted why did he introduce me to this seething pain?
By Lamar Wigginsabout a year ago in Poets
"The Haunted House" It was a dark and stormy night when Sarah and her friends decided to explore the abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. The old house had been deserted for years and was rumored to be haunted by the ghost of the former owner who had died under mysterious circumstances.
By Ramazan about a year ago in Poets