Most recently published stories in Poets.
Blood, Sweat, and Fire The Wonderful World of Disney gave us a Sunday evening rest, We anticipated Ed Sullivan’s line up of guests
By Terri Lyons9 years ago in Poets
Who is Sugar Day? I am Sugar Day There are stories that play in my mind Stories of amazing and extraordinary people Doing amazing and extraordinary things
By Sugar Day9 years ago in Poets
You are surrounded by people daily But still feel empty You have a family But still feel empty You have a baby growing inside of you so your emptiness begins to fade
By Melissa Pereira9 years ago in Poets
So summer is ending, hope you did everything you wanted or planned. Fishing, camping, family road trip, sat out enjoying your BBQ and a cold one.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
There are days when I am feeling blue, but that changes when I think of you. Can't seem to get you off of my mind, I picture your smile most of the time.
By Stephanie Small9 years ago in Poets
You broke me and I blamed myself. You laughed while I cried. You felt nothing while I felt everything. You left me, you left me with the weight of a thousand worlds on my shoulders. While you had not even the weight of a single feather on yours.
By Chloe9 years ago in Poets
Scraps of paper in a hat, paying royalties like dreams, seemingly random in human expression. As he sipped his scraps of paper in a hat,
By Mary Goff9 years ago in Poets
I met you when I was so young and innocent You told me I was a princess You made me feel loved when I felt like I wasn't even thought of
MY TWO BEST TIMES OUT OF THE YEAR ARE HALLOWEEN AND CHRISTMAS. Halloween, I love the scary theme, to decorate with creepy, scary stuff.
One night we were talking About the things we want to pursue. Things we want to happen That time and distance won't let us do.
By IntuitiveBlab9 years ago in Poets
I am a writer Not a journalist A storyteller Not a reporter A thought teller Not an event teller When I say "writer" Thou shall have no confusion
By Alex Maurice9 years ago in Poets
Behind the glass, reflectively. I see a man standing there who looks like me. But something is not right. Not all of the pieces fit the same.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
