Most recently published stories in Poets.
What lies at the end of the rainbow? The end of a lifetime? Is there a light at the end of the tunnel? Do we finally get that pot of gold we have had our eye on?
By Amanda Zylstra9 years ago in Poets
[Verse 1] Couple hours in, and you bet I was soldIt's not your story, It's the way it was told Couple more beers then shortly leavin' the barOn top the car, On our backs, and countin' the stars
By Josh Wilson9 years ago in Poets
The life that I live is the life of a fly, Glued to the wall I'm higher than high, I shed a single tear from my 96th eye,
By Cotten Runt9 years ago in Poets
A deep afflictionA twist of fate How can one person contain so much hate? Fueled by fury torture within. What can it be but delicious sin.
By Sheree Jolley9 years ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Trump '' How ya doing old chump '' How was your year? Or does it go in and out one ear? Hows the dictating? Or is it deflating?
By Mags Murphy Lynch9 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like I could sleep forever and never wake up. I could bury myself in the ground and stay for eternity. I’d spread pretty flowers over my grave where they’d always grow.
By Cheyanne Young9 years ago in Poets
It was a cool, autumn night September came without a bite this year. There was snow all around Hidden, concealed. My heart was racing, pounding
By Jenna Martin9 years ago in Poets
You have to be careful with a girl like her. You have to be a very strong man to love her. She is a hurricane and a ray of sunlight at the same time.
By Brittany Freeman9 years ago in Poets
The might and tide of the Royal River Coursing fair the breadth of ancient lands Constricted and laid open by time and winds
By Mike Emby9 years ago in Poets
Darkness all around, violence the only sound. The light walks and the darkness knows it not. Day by day, they all fall and here in the light I stay. Warning the children of their wayward ways; hoping they hear and will turn away.
By Mindy Sleeper9 years ago in Poets
I ask you if you’re alright… You tell me that you're fine. But I know you too well… I know you’re feeding me a line. I can see you’re tired and fed up.
By Steven Baldry9 years ago in Poets
And so it begins, the beginning of the end The wrinkled end of a loose thread The succumbed situation of vain accomplishments
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
