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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Flow
Timeless, rolling over stone, By myself - Asserting peace, Visible only if You seek- Where am I From, Where will you go?
By Ron Walker9 years ago in Poets
Spent
Familiar curves incline descend into a garden boasting passion-laden fruit satiating fierce appetites of dyad souls
By Bonnie Simpson9 years ago in Poets
True Love
True love is never instant. As time goes by relationships are valued more and more each day. True love isn't easy. As with anything in life, it brings hardship. It is how these hardships are faced that builds character. It shows the true strength of your love.
By Muriel Weathers9 years ago in Poets
Brothers Bonds
Not all my brothers are biological. Only after many years spent together did we come to know each other as brothers rather than just close friends. Over the course of that time each of us hurt the others with careless insults and mean-spirited actions. Almost always when we tried to have fun we were only downing ourselves in alcohol and drugs trying desperately to rid ourselves of the unpleasantness of our exceedingly needful lives. From suffering together, the bonds of our brotherhood were forged. There were never any others for which I ever have felt such an affinity. No amount of time or space will ever separate us. At the start, there were four of us. Each of our mothers knew us as their sons and they were proud. Now only two remain. We carry on in honor and for reverence of our counter parts. There was a time when that family lived chiefly on the sustenance of love for one another and all other things were secondary. Those days are gone. Only my brothers and I remain loyal to each other unwavering even in death. The state of being alive is momentary. Love is eternities food. My brothers know who they are. I cherish them so that I refuse to give up their names. There is nothing I have or will ever gain from this God forsaken place we called home more valuable than them.
By Thomas E9 years ago in Poets
Pockets of Time
These Pockets of mine. They're pockets of time. Filled with joy, soaked in sorrow. Half empty with love, half filled with a shadow.
By JAHAN ZABE9 years ago in Poets
Bloody Bones
Here lies the history of war. A devastation behind every door. Battle scenes from yesterday. Know exactly when to play. The battlefield is covered in bloody bones.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Reflections of an English Autumn
Leaves falling upon the ground, Silently without a sound, Yellow, red, orange and a golden brown, Creating a carpet that has just been laid down.
By DAVID PRIOR9 years ago in Poets
Homeward Flight (Spain)
As he passes, the man with three children and the tired wife rolls his eyes at me. Briefly, we connect. His look says simply:
By Michael McIntosh9 years ago in Poets
Unfaithful
UNFAITHFUL AND FULL OF LIES, MANY TIMES TELLING THEM LOOKING DEAD IN MY EYES, ALL I EVER WANTED FROM YOU WAS YOUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE,
By K9 years ago in Poets
My Great Niece
My great niece, little miss Bethany. I am your great Aunt Crystal. You might not remember me. I am writing this for you. Soon you'll be turning three, you look so much like your mom and dad.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
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Like Aphrodite’s perilous steps that found her fallen in the traps of love Adonis was whitened flesh, Deceased delicacy, bipolarity, in gentle
By Lunaneres /9 years ago in Poets
When I Was a KID
When i was a kid, Red was the color of love. But now it seems to be the color of blood. When i was a kid, i was unaware about most things.
By Anubhuti Lakhera9 years ago in Poets