Most recently published stories in Poets.
The right to exist co-equal runs across many lines lack of imagination, moral cowardice, politics, culture, religion. All dark scenery and stage craft
By Michael Bee9 years ago in Poets
We’ve all got our rooks, our pawns, and knights To protect our kings and queens From each other’s lightning strikes Yet even when you call a truce
By Meghan K. ☽9 years ago in Poets
Saw a man in town today, sitting writing in the street, he had a worn out coat and worn out shoes and a flat cap at his feet.
By J A9 years ago in Poets
Twelve years old. That's when I first heard it. The harsh arguments, words swinging hard, sucker punches that left scars.
By Larissa Antonioni9 years ago in Poets
Monday is mellow. Mysterious and slow. Tuesday is tough. Puts on a good show. Wednesday is wisdom and Thursday's true love.
By Chahat Sharma9 years ago in Poets
Above the clouds the air is sweet - there is never an absence of light. Birds beat their way upwards hoping to reach those skies.
When I think about letting things go, I think of a crackling fire, burning away all the garbage that clutters the inside of my mind. It just floats around in there, taking up so much room and it leaves no space for the things in life that matter.
The rhapsody of our first date drifted in the air as we charged our love to Destiny. For Chance could not have led us to this place
By Bonnie Simpson9 years ago in Poets
Walking through fresh rain on a misty morning with wet blades of grass sticking on my toes Little drops of water gently kiss my skin
I'll always be here standing I'll never fall away I'll always feel the same I'll never count the rain You'll always see me fightin'
By Rozzie Mozzie9 years ago in Poets
The jazz record plays, The old man with the red velvet hat smokes his cigar and sips his drink. On the dance floor, a couple dances, looking into each other eyes, not wanting to let go.
By Brianna McKinley9 years ago in Poets
My faith in love of the romantic kind... Has so far through this life made me wish I was blind. Towards the passionate fire that burns so intense...
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
