Most recently published stories in Poets.
If it means anything If it really does If it gives you 1 oz. more belief in me I want to belive you I want to hear your words, that after theyve been spoken
By Joseph Carrillo8 years ago in Poets
I see everywhere people angrily calling out Rupi Kaur and saying, "She is not a poet," or, "She doesn't write poetry." I always sit in disbelief when I see these words. I am put into two states: 1. being confused if they even bothered to read her novels and 2. if they honestly think she is not a 'poet' or if they just simply do not like her style of poetry.
By Altair E8 years ago in Poets
It was amazing, I had found it a few years ago. At least I really really thought I did but then, It started to wither away like the dusty moon’s glow
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
I just want pancakes. I want someone to eat pancakes with me. Whenever I feel like having pancakes. Like right now! Like at 2 in the morning.
If the moment came down to it Run away, Runaway. Never feeling won't stop the pain It's catching up, catching up. Slam the door, mouth can't stay shut.
By Jordan Hayden8 years ago in Poets
I feel like I have hit a point A point of no return. I stand at the front of the line, A line from parts unknown. I hop from foot to foot,
By Anomalis Grl8 years ago in Poets
he steals the show, shining bright, all progeny, of his celestial body, guiding light, father of sight, revered through aeons, so fondly,
By Gary Davidson8 years ago in Poets
Clearly, this is going to be interesting. Imagine creation. Bringing something to life from utter blankness. Physics calls it an impossibility.
By Daniel Lewis8 years ago in Poets
Heavy eyes, too bright my stomach to tight, right get up. cold, worried I'm hurried stop I want to drop, breath you need to leave.
By Jodie coote8 years ago in Poets
The first Christmas heartbreak was finding out that Santa wasn't real. I was 10. The second Christmas heartbreak was when my first boyfriend moved away before Christmas.
By Jessica Dixon8 years ago in Poets
Listen—Do you hear that? That's the sound of silence as it enfolds the body of the person I used to be. Darkness overcame me and I welcomed it with open arms. I didn't use to be depressed.. No one is born depressed.
By Brooklyn Hart8 years ago in Poets
Allow the words that flow from my mouth to pierce you like a bullet to your heart. It took every ounce of confidence to say this,
By Shenia Latrice8 years ago in Poets
