Most recently published stories in Poets.
CRIPPLING FREEDOM My environment, clouds my mind Sights, Sounds, A fugue, Confiscated time Lost in a loop, Lost in nature's sublime
By Brady Sheehy8 years ago in Poets
What do I want to say. I have no stage. I am not the voice of the many nor I am the voice of the oppressed. I am the voice of those silenced. Silenced by society, governments, cultural standards that tell me my voice is worthless. That I have nothing new to bring, nothing new to add.
By hammy mo8 years ago in Poets
BRAND NEW ME Lantern, in a hurricane A frightful gust, I've lost my way Friends are there But voices now, Fog and sleet
Heart beating fast, Don’t think I’m ‘gonna last. His eyes so blue, Large and beautiful, something so new. His pink lips pulled back with a grin,
By Ruby Stone8 years ago in Poets
The power of the mind The thoughts that grind And the stirring of knowledge But you're hanging over a ledge Because you're there too much
By Angelina Willcox8 years ago in Poets
The color of ocean and sky The beauty in his eye Makes me think of the clouds in the air And how I wish I could run my fingers through his hair
By Eliza Vargas8 years ago in Poets
Tell Me If this isn’t real Can you tell me If you don’t intend on staying Can you tell me I don’t want to hurt you
By Eunique Gaither8 years ago in Poets
Can't you see They brainwashed you How long Have you allowed yourself To be inundated With their propaganda They tell you
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
We lasted a month, damn I thought maybe we’d last a year Hell I thought we’d last a lifetime At last we lasted a month But to say it ended badly would be an understatement
By Olivia moreland8 years ago in Poets
Stars are the people that others have lost they shine brightly to guide loved ones through the night if you don't see your special star it's on an adventure a little too far but while it's away another takes its place though it doesn't shine as bright for you it's still guiding you to a safe place
By Jennie CK8 years ago in Poets
She was like a faded tapestry Ancient Intricate Elegant A million past lives Woven into the fabric Of her being But this was just one aspect
Anxiety makes me feel like a mouse. Tiny and weak, with a huge, scary world all around me. Sometimes it feels like I can’t comprehend what’s going on.
By Courtney Sullivan8 years ago in Poets
