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Most recently published stories in Poets.

The True Dove of Love Is with Me
I am lost in my terrible dreams. My life is in horrid screams. My family is in desperate need, Of some kinda deep feed.
By Sarah Worley8 years ago in Poets
I Am Strong
I am strong and yet weak I have my battles that I fight This path to peace I always seek Life is a journey and I stay to the light.
By Sarah Hopper8 years ago in Poets
Pixelated
Days became months, She sat in silence. Awaiting a message. Her heart breaking, plagued by pestilence. Clinging to hope in a world of her creation.
By Toothsome Toxin8 years ago in Poets
Number Two
You fooled me. I thought we could have been something, but once again I now know that I mean nothing. Yet, for some fucking reason... here I am... waiting for you to pick me up, to hold my hand... to kiss me with those lips that have lied so many times.
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Poets
Promises
You looked me in the eyes, The worst part is when you lied, you looked me in the eyes, Did you see my eyes dilate? The walls fall and think to yourself "This is a beautiful thing to break"
By Katrinaisntawkward .8 years ago in Poets
Self-Interested Ball Play
A direct pass to A teammate that then Allows for a score By field goal is a Beautiful thing. It Requires the skill And prowess of the
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Starlight to Sunlight
As I wait here trapped by the moon's harsh night I stare and pray for a break of light. For night is cold and oh so dark Where evil lurks and stares do mark,
By Christina Holmes8 years ago in Poets
Number One
I was there for you. I stood by your side. I wiped every tear from your bright blue eyes. I will never forget the darkness in those eyes on the day you found out your mom had died.
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Poets
Bound
Bound Not by lace, or silk scarves But hemp rope, taut leather A spacer bar ‘tween her legs To keep her wide open For Master to enter.
By Roman Gabrielo8 years ago in Poets
Him, Her, and Me
Two bodies entwined, destined for eternity she thought Tired of searching, she cooks she cleans, "you want the respectful ones," he was taught
By Sugar Hugz Happy8 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of Mac 'N Cheese
I always come home to “I’m hungry!” I drop my bag at the door.I toss the stiff noodles into 6 cups of water and read the box. I stir the mac n’ cheese.
By Justina Jude8 years ago in Poets
Burn
The flames licked up my skin, I felt the burn deep within, Filling me up, Breaking me down, It will always be around, Like the charred remains of a long forgotten flame.
By The broken Poet8 years ago in Poets