Most recently published stories in Poets.
Verse 1 I saw you coming down a road, and every step you took was hard. My feet rose up before I knew, tightening the edges of my guard.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriora day ago in Poets
Verse 1 Folks won’t listen if the talk ain’t about them, They won’t stay long once the shine starts to fade. Turning from the truth when it don’t fit their desires,
Verse 1 Cinnamon was shackled in the corner of the dream, Bound by threads of memory the daylight couldn’t clean.
I long for what the love birds sing a romance made of flowery dreams A map of my imperfect things ending love, prematurely
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Poets
how's the wrecking? crews... open and breathes hard like flutes and loops riders scoop that's from where loosely... what's up what's up what's up
By K.A. Smitha day ago in Poets
Verse 1 Well the moon was high and the night was cold And I wandered home as the story unfolds You were sleepin’ sweet in your flannel sheets
This is for my daughter who is battling breast cancer. She has always been my gift from God. Verse 1 Some of your greatest strength comes from battles no one ever saw,
[Verse 1] I keep receipts in my heart imprisoned beneath my ribcage I've got Dates I've got polaroids I've got times
Verse 1 Never underestimate an old man with a guitar, He’ll drink you under tables and out‑pick you at the bar.
Verse 1 When the old men went crazy, the morning light turned strange, It slipped in through the windows like a ghost that knew our names.
Verse 1 They whispered in the shadows, Hoping I would break in two. But I learned to waltz with thunder When the night wind called me through.
Verse 1 You shout like thunder in a storm, but nothing changes, nothing’s done. Your fire burns hot but never bright,
