Most recently published stories in Poets.
Stand up, stand up tall Smell the fresh air and don't exhale. You are strong and willing. Don't stop moving forward. Follow your dream.
By Elizabeth Huffman8 years ago in Poets
It’s like having your heart run over by a train you never saw coming. Then picking up the glass shards of a broken vase. You can glue it back together but it’s a lost cause and will only break when the next train comes through.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
one thing's for sure I feel like drowning knowing my heart is not next to you feeling broken and your words not so sweet breaks me even more when we speak
By Tiaunna N.8 years ago in Poets
He says the words "I promise, I promise" I'm risking it all Hoping he's being honest And light as a feather I'm falling, I'm falling
By Jane Insane8 years ago in Poets
I'm an immature dreamer, A great make-believer. I imagine someday my words will be heard. Somehow these dreams will take shape.
By Emily Katherine Camposano8 years ago in Poets
I learned compassion for animals at an early age. Saving baby birds who fell out of their nest near my bedroom window and were lucky enough to land on a pile of leaves in the driveway.
An aggregation of current headlines commented on in Haiku style: Stray cat scares customer into jumping up on counter It's not just the web
By Reid Moore8 years ago in Poets
I remember listening to his song on the record player in my parents' living room on Buffalo Street. I saw Stevie Nicks as a musical goddess with her black long flowing gypsy like clothing.
My mouth is full of sugar Everything that leaves it, sweetened But inside it is rotting, mold feeds on the crystals Making my end bitter, hard to swallow, like poison
By Kwinn Brady8 years ago in Poets
My mom is Bananas. Mentally ill and in love with flavor. Mcdonald's special flavored shakes fall from the sky into her open hand.
Spring The seeds of the tree I’m about to become planted Anxiously waiting for the first sprout For the roots to come about
By Illyanna Perryman8 years ago in Poets
I like paint, I like to draw You'd never suspect How I feel if you saw Inside the lines Underneath the lead My art comes to life
