Most recently published stories in Poets.
To my black friends who have ever said: I’m not black. Or at least that’s what you tell me, As if the color of my skin is not brown,
By Coty Terry8 years ago in Poets
Burning frowns on faces of ash. “They couldn’t have.” Too smoky; too far; Yet far too close. Sick feeling in the gut. “They saw it.”
By Skylar Rella8 years ago in Poets
The stars dance quietly across his nose and cheeks, each carefully following the next. They frolic down his neck, across his shoulders, and down his back.
By Oona Blue8 years ago in Poets
Thoughts, worries, fears-- They pile up inside of me, One thing leading to the next, Leading to the next… The space in my crowded head becomes limited
In the silence of the night When all else is quiet except the rhythmic beat of your heart When nothing seems right It’s then when you truly come to realize the grip that the world has had on you from the start.
By Aaron8 years ago in Poets
Why are we so quick So quick to judge So quick to assume It is like we act as if we already know Without even scraping the surface of the details
By Kayton Hickenlooper8 years ago in Poets
English class teaches us How to rhyme, have a purpose, follow outlines But creativity Is swallowed In monotony Famous poems have a story
By Kitty Offria8 years ago in Poets
Spiraling Startled, awoken by thunderous roaring. My eyes are either closed or wide as the sensation’s deceiving. Just the void of darkness that consumes everything.
By R. J. Chavez8 years ago in Poets
What do you see when you look in the mirror? Do you wish you were thinner? Skipping dinner? Going under the knife Just to feel better when you wear your favourite sweater
By River Leona8 years ago in Poets
O’ Hope–O’ frail thing made from feathers and sea wind– What do you see when you gaze downward? Our prize has been won with hard-earned blood and steel
By Hannah Javens8 years ago in Poets
If, I had the Time To, sit and rhyme You, might just find What, I’ve designed Is, not a crime Nor, recollection Of, a memory
By Ryan High8 years ago in Poets
Catching eyes in the midst of the delusion. Fingers intertwined, smiles barely touching the lips. No one to look at in a crowd full of haze but you.
By Ayesha Javed8 years ago in Poets
