Most recently published stories in Poets.
Cruel hard kids, playground rules, Suffering through, years of abuse, Laugh it off, and don’t react, Taking all the power back,
By Gary Davidson8 years ago in Poets
Yes, I am drowning in papers, pencils, and books. Just add to that stack. No, I did not do the assignment, because I had other homework to finish and I decided what was more important.
By Krista Barnish8 years ago in Poets
Almost 400 years later, and we're still succumbing to the struggles of our past. Lasting effects of stress have riddled our bodies, and taken the air out of our chests.
By Serenity Stone8 years ago in Poets
By Current Definition, I’m a twenty six-year-old adult, I’m a light-skinned African American, with tattoos. By Definition, I’m at a point of an awakening,
By Trey Stevens8 years ago in Poets
Don't be brokenhearted baby, Don't be, don't be. They're not worth all the pain and pity, Don't be, don't be. I know you'll miss them in the day and night,
By Alex A.8 years ago in Poets
Write away wolf, like a lone hunt in the quiet of night. No distractions or pressure, just a silent stalk before the kill. May words flow and flourish like the blood that drips from your lips now, turning those white fangs crimson. To write on paper seems impotent compared to the writhing body when death appears; alas we must move on. Paint me a picture instead with your wounds, and show me what it's like to get what you deserve.
By Rachel B8 years ago in Poets
Start the song fall into the frequencies Lulled by the vibrations How quickly they start grasping me Dance along momentarily
By Danielle Lmt8 years ago in Poets
She was so young. So innocent. So pure. Why she chose me, I’m still not so sure. ~*~*~*~ For she was a Rose And I was a Thorn
By Mel Leigh8 years ago in Poets
The light of technology blooms onto one’s face From being excluded after so many to finally being wanted Celebration is what one would call after every year on a specific day
By Obey Diamondz8 years ago in Poets
Wildberries and cognac aromas release from my mouth into the air And it looks like gypsy angels traveling from one plane to the next
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
#metoo It's just one hashtag It's just two words It tells many tales Wipes many tears Another national treasure Brought to shame
By Chloe Gilholy8 years ago in Poets
Disconnected There are no real connections anymore We communicate only through screens Never saying much to anyone in person
By D.C. Bugg8 years ago in Poets
