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Most recently published stories in Poets.

The Mask
Like a soundless rain that fell in drops, I shed my tears beneath a mask. And behind a wall that hid my fears, I made a vow to make it strong.
By H. I.8 years ago in Poets
Golden Hour
The grass is about to die and there is an itching under my skin like boiling water threatening to spill all over the brand new sugar coated kitchen counter tops.
By C.C. Hill8 years ago in Poets
Like There’s Nothing Wrong
I’m unsure whether to blame pride or fear It pains me Forced to be his towel, to wipe away his tears My heart aches For I’m the only one who knows, you see
By Jazzma Crofton8 years ago in Poets
Pleasure
The naughty look in his eyes I️ can tell that he wanted I️t His voice got deeper His breathing pattern changed His pose/stance got stiffer
By Shay mills8 years ago in Poets
The Black Curtain
A Word Wrong are our memories Telling us a dream was a reality That we were meant to be That we hadn’t ever fought
By Tiana Wolfe8 years ago in Poets
No One to Blame but Me
I once needed somebody and it nearly ruined my life. I can't afford to do it again. Especially not based off of two beers and a shot of
By C.C. Hill8 years ago in Poets
If These Walls Could Talk
Held you were, protected from the storms Shaded from the blinding rays at midday Warmed as winter winds preyed upon the land
By Catherine Norman8 years ago in Poets
The Mansion in My Dream
I once had a dream influenced by longing, Where I entered a mansion of a nature unknown. And a tree grew within, with a trunk thick and looming,
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
The Willow Tree
My willow Oh how strong you have become From the ground up you have amazed me in so many ways You have inspired me to become someone stronger
By Jocelyn Garibay-Gomez8 years ago in Poets
Worthless/Useful
I'm dead inside.I'm just like Hannah.But to you, also like her.I'm someone who doesn't matter.I almost drive and crash I wish my life would do thatTake off with excitementThan wholeheartedly crashMy friends don't noticeThe pain I feelBut if they could see itIt's not like they could healI feel worthless where I should feelusefulI feel saddened where happinessshould beIf this is how it feels to slowly dieThen life should be over for meThis bleach blond hair To make me stand outEven though I wanna blend inIn High School life you can never winIn Liberty High it's like playing slots.I am the loser at the game who everyone points outIt makes my stomach and heart feel tied up in knots.My name is Alex Standall, don't worry, I survive the gunshot.
By Madyson Rocha8 years ago in Poets
The Missing Piece of My Soul
I roam the beach in search of my missing piece. The sounds of these waves are a heartbeat. For me, the beach is not a place to go to
By Serena Pierce 8 years ago in Poets
Memories Made
Well, it felt like just yesterday or a couple of months past when I'm here looking at photographs And videos and listening to them old songs and the radio
By Mary Vang8 years ago in Poets