Most recently published stories in Poets.
Have you ever been down a hole so dark and deep? Not a glimmer of light... just sadness and grief. Your will to live lost and your urge to fight gone.....you struggle to distinguish what's right and what's wrong.
By Natalie Riley9 years ago in Poets
To the young man So nonchalantly crossing the street Please pay attention I guess nobody informed you That you were born on the unofficial
By F.D. Brake9 years ago in Poets
Crispy leaves drift peaceful air, wistful days of wondering, colored pieces piling high, moment’s tainted suffering. Strolling footprints, moving truths,
By Linda Balboni9 years ago in Poets
As I look I see a grey sky turning white A cold wind blows bringing in the night My breath starts to appear and blow for all to see
By David Aleman9 years ago in Poets
My heart and mind lay bruised and tattered from pounding waves on rocky shores. I ride a constant wave of sorrow; can barely stand; wounds deep and sore.
You are love You are comfort on cold winter nights Stability during times of chaos I wrap myself up in you a warm blanket
By Regina Stone-Grover9 years ago in Poets
Hold my hand and take a chance, a leap of faith I ask Together we shall walk the bridge and face our final task The mighty sword I hold aloft and wave into the air
I fostered your dog today ... I want you to know It’ll be safe with me, now that you had to let go Life is hard with difficult decisions to make
By Lee Montgomery-Hughes9 years ago in Poets
Coughing plumes of smoke my voyage is so loud but standing on this pointed bow my ambitions are so proud I am searching for the holy ones, who brought us all good will
She would spend hours in the garden tending, hoeing, playing. She understood that seeds planted in the spring would not bear fruit till the fall,
By Torey Seymour-Russell9 years ago in Poets
So here I am pouring out my heart, now you're reading where to start. I know they all start like this, But to me this ain't a piece of piss.
By A Quick Thought9 years ago in Poets
There's a voice in my head Spitting reason. I can't deny A choice I've neglected. Afraid to choose for Myself. There's a consequence
By Penny England9 years ago in Poets
