Most recently published stories in Poets.
What happens when I die? Do I stay and rot in the soil? Or do I go to heaven or hell? Maybe reincarnation do it all again.
By Karen Commane9 years ago in Poets
What can I really say? I have so many thoughts and emotions I feel every day. I constantly, feel that I have a brilliant plan, unaware that the cards aren't in my hand.
By Jenesis Hunter9 years ago in Poets
Oh...you living being with your trashed soul emotions Burning heart with unseen desire Shaking arms, vibrating palms feeling the sweet childish face of her
By Alibella Sunset9 years ago in Poets
In youth, inverse voyeur, I watched the world; aperture, akimbo legs, a hurdy- gurdy head my camera obscura. Unpinned, black holes for eyes, the world when flipped
By Kevin McClintock9 years ago in Poets
Finally you are here! collect your luck with this trick..... because ...the world needs help to inspire others & yourself...... So apply this....luck that is.
By Queen.B. Divine9 years ago in Poets
All I need is my pen when heaven ends This simple sheet of paper is my savior when my dawn is dark Subtle inspirations like apparitions appear
By Wilson Geraldo9 years ago in Poets
Dearest: Like a poet needs a muse to write, or An artist a vision for his work of art, I need you... As teacher needs a student to make wise, or
By Michael Gallegos9 years ago in Poets
As you sit underneath the breathing trees And as your soul is caressed by the smell Of sweet mangoes married to the tenderness of the breeze
By Kito Pefer9 years ago in Poets
love pulls tight sometimes like a dress a size too small the kind you wear for vanity though you can't sit down or breathe
By Karen Ankers9 years ago in Poets
You have no Shame '' And you will never take the Blame '' Karma is coming for you '' Just out of the Blue '' You made my life hell ''
By Mags Murphy Lynch9 years ago in Poets
Dark coffee fragment Unspoken word flying towards the glass It struck back and hit my face Verve red blood was dripping on concrete
By Katrina Rinke9 years ago in Poets
Damn them that curse love Was it love that turned infatuation to flattery? That blinded sight to perfection beyond the surface of all
By Daniel Cole9 years ago in Poets
