Most recently published stories in Poets.
Won’t you release me, you won, won’t magnanimity rule your heart as calamity dwells in mine? Won’t you allow me to grieve and mourn, a time when you knew me, remembered me?
By David Ziherambere9 years ago in Poets
Self-reflected in the dark; dreams, aspiration and limitations or, craziness in a sleep state. How do I awake or move, at least?
By Anthony9 years ago in Poets
When I think of art, Pictures, for example, I love getting lost in thought, The beauty that is captured. The outlines, the colors. So expressive!
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
A moment ... but bring a sense, Who never knew how deep, Such as ocean, never know where is the end. When I fall, no one else wants to grab my hand,
By hero polo9 years ago in Poets
I was 8. It was a family friend. I am the black sheep and these things just happen to us, ya know? ...at least that's what they said
By Mo. ThePoet9 years ago in Poets
I can only feel real when I'm alone. I am only here once everyone has gone. And they do leave. Very few can see me through
By Rachel Loney9 years ago in Poets
This is the end for us. It is time to fight for what we believe in. If we die tonight, don't you worry, 'cause it won't be in
By Amber 9 years ago in Poets
Hypnotized by rolling ocean waves, the dancing fluid invokes me... then soaks me. The warm aggressive breeze, wraps around me. I hear sound say "Let it take you... evaporate you".
By Holly DiCorrado9 years ago in Poets
In reading a book you go from beginning to end Letting the story unfold the way it should be told So I ask you to forget what you have been taught and let it go...... As I skip to my end to being
By Raja smith9 years ago in Poets
See it wasn't supposed to be like this.. well it wasn't planned. Simplicity In conversations of "wassups" and "heys" transitioned into life talks and pure truth.
By Sydney robinson9 years ago in Poets
When I knew before ... The beautiful wide expanse of colorful flower ... In it many overgrown thorns, caterpillars are late to become butterflies,
I covet the rose that grows in the spring, That makes lovers dance, That makes lovers sing, The rose that grows into a marvelous thing,
By Malena Lopez9 years ago in Poets
