Most recently published stories in Poets.
freedom: if you can find it I want it (now) perhaps because it’s so very simple and true even if forgotten and so very simple
By Phoenix Rises9 years ago in Poets
I let you lead I take the backseat, and if we crash there's no way that you can catch me. Drive so damn fast if I was late you would have left me... just took some time and you left me.
By Matthew Lucas9 years ago in Poets
Your eyes move me to the depths of an ocean; Those eyes that see the depths of me are at sea, And I float on the mirrors you breathe
By Sophia dos Remedios9 years ago in Poets
Be a mountain. Stand tall. Give shade to those below you. Be someone others look up to. but remember A mountain is not plastic.
By n vash9 years ago in Poets
A passenger on a vessel watches as the ship floats along; Never understanding what destination lies ahead; The waves get choppy and become ominous;
By Kurtis leader9 years ago in Poets
Step into my wonderland, please try the angel tears- scales upon my fingertips, to draw the dragon near- tainted trixies
By Ron Walker9 years ago in Poets
What color are dark skinned humans black brown tan red based on how they look when not in dark rooms. But there's no crayon to show shades of
By Jose Juarez9 years ago in Poets
I think before you did that what we have before us is the end of you and me. It is the end of something dragged through the mud, a
By Amber Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Love was a hot air balloon swollen in her lungs. Unconditionally pure. Unrequitedly deep. She was capable of loving anyone.
The wind gently caressing my back, The moon basking my naked body in beautiful white light, The grass lightly tickling my feet,
By Ilana Weiss9 years ago in Poets
Don't look it in the eyes, It might turn me, It could be contagious, My monster may come on out just like her's. It was unexpected,
By Noah Renee9 years ago in Poets
I was welcomed by the London Eye.Big Ben stands beyond the fog.We never noticed the grass was wet. Namco Arcade warps us to BlackpoolAnd Las Vegas with flashing lights,Colourful mascots and underground bowling.
By Chloe Gilholy9 years ago in Poets
