Most recently published stories 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.
By Michael Bee9 years ago in Poets
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.
By Larissa Antonioni9 years ago in Poets
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
By Meghan K. ☽9 years ago in Poets
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
Sick of being dark and cold, I want to stand in the light Where I can absorb the energy I need To keep fighting this fight,
By Lisa Craddock9 years ago in Poets
I want to be boneless Thrash about like leaves in strong wind Pull my weight over me Crumple when my time is up Floating, flightless
By Nicola Thoner9 years ago in Poets
Star light, Twinkle with delight, Flashing only to sight, Burning bright of right. Flash oh due to sky, A shelter honed of disguise,
By Michael Gallegos9 years ago in Poets
I love it when you love me, As your hands caress my back, and whittle down my spine and carve away my sides I love it when you love me
By Ben Attwood9 years ago in Poets
Alone in herself she sits. She casts herself away from the external forces that are herself How can one trust anyone when your own body deemed you unworthy
By Sydney robinson9 years ago in Poets
