Most recently published stories in Poets.
Seven Days ~ Chasing a desire... Wishing for more... Blinded by ego... Plant it, watch it multiply... A seed... More than a seed, a dream, or vision... Found knowledge in something I would have discarded...
By Mary Cash9 years ago in Poets
The words in my head would make my outlook on life seem bleak, the words in my head would make me look weak. It's a tornado of emotions. No, I'm not allowed to speak of them, what gave you that notion?
By Lauren Douglas9 years ago in Poets
Keep your hand in mine Just one last time. Don't let go. Hush down now. Rest your head. Close your eyes. Relax against my flesh.
By Shelby Hill9 years ago in Poets
Becky's bright boy Billy went away to war. He left willingly, didn't ask what for. Told to look for weapons. Told to set people free.
By T.A. Phillips9 years ago in Poets
I’ve got these voices In my head And They are Taking control of every shred Of sanity that I have left These demons They just won’t leave
By Kyle Stumpo9 years ago in Poets
To my loved ones who I've hurt in life: Yes, I will always remember the wrongs I've caused in life. I relive it every day, I know that's why I don't like who I see when I look at me.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Fog shrouds the edges of the rocks masking broken edges of pain filled hollows as the predators flow down the slope toward their kill
By Aurora Skye9 years ago in Poets
Some days I believe in God... other days I forget how to pray some days I wake up dancing to some loud afro beats other days I wake up to some blues to cure my blues
By Winnie Rugamba9 years ago 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 Duperron9 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 Bixby9 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 Odinson9 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 Tatham9 years ago in Poets
