Most recently published stories in Poets.
There is that moment of silence When you are expecting an answer Any answer And if it does not come immediately It seems like an eternity
By Bobby Deese9 years ago in Poets
He looked at her like she was the moon as she looked at him like he was a divine, ethereal being. Even though she was fine being hidden
By Amber 9 years ago in Poets
I wasn't the first and doubtfully the last But one of a few To see you before you passed Small, jointed arm Raised to the right
By Ben Attwood9 years ago in Poets
I am always contemplating the truth about life and death. Why does everything seem to come so easy for some? They seem to have it all; anything they could ever desire.
By Doreen Simpson9 years ago in Poets
A gentle sweet kiss from my white knight, one last kiss before our good bye. Soon I will be gone a life I have lived wrong, Oh I can already hear the angel's sweet songs.
By Malena Lopez9 years ago in Poets
Like the sturdiest of trees my culture stands. Roots thicker than a southern twang and it runs back to the mother land. See my DNA carries the strength of those queens before me.
By Sydney robinson9 years ago in Poets
Part of me is that I remember January my tears are cold. February came and I have given my love to you. March I could've stayed and you would've been my charm.
By ᏴᏞᎪᏟK ᏞᏆQᏌᎾᎡᏆᏚᎻ9 years ago in Poets
Joy Every night a memory, every moment a knock, every sound a revelation Every light overjoys, overwhelms, sorrows dissolve and tumble
By David Ziherambere9 years ago in Poets
I loved you once, I love you still. My heart beats understanding that what was Yesterday was so today could be Opportunity
By Regina Stone-Grover9 years ago in Poets
I LIVE IN FICTION, I AM A KING AND I AM A QUEEN. I RULED OVER WORLDS THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN. I LIVE WITH DRAGONS, UNICORNS, AND TROLLS.
Sitting in somber, frozen while life ripples around and caresses the curves of lower extremities Pores absorbing thousands of (what is believed to be non-existent) specs of life's dirt that led you to this porcelain clawfoot in the first place
By Mo. ThePoet9 years ago in Poets
People wonder how I stand my ground with a smile I am a youth in care with a story to tell, a person who isn’t impaired I might be annoying, goofy, loud but never foul
By Jordan Linson9 years ago in Poets
