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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Floral Heart
Twelve months ago you gave me flowers I kept them in a vase while their color brightened the room With a crisp scent of promise and reassurance
By Michael Hartfield8 years ago in Poets
Depression 2016
Husk body, you have betrayed me. Solid flesh, miles of it, Moored to sweat and cell-stained bedsheets. You pin yourself here with the weight of your thoughts,
By Jennifer A. G.8 years ago in Poets
Battle
The enemy grows stronger The world is stuck in fear The feelings grow colder We know a war is near Is it worth a fight, to lose all you know?
By Samantha DeVore8 years ago in Poets
The Little Things I Do I Think of You
The little things I do I think of you. I want you to see my actions. My outfits. The way I talk. I invest too much thought.
By Jasmine 8 years ago in Poets
The Little Things
Don't assume a person knows you care Remind them everyday That is where the little things come into play A sweet whisper of nothing in their ear
By Alisha Nichols-Wilkerson8 years ago in Poets
When She Was a Rainbow
When she was red, she flowed like a blood-stained river.She was flushed cheeks when one catches the eye of a stranger.Some nights, she was a long red dress and slender high heels;a single cigarette clutched between fingers that bore traces of a bloody nose.On Tuesday evenings, she was a white rose petal gently painted with a brush of regret;The thorn she had forgotten to trim that quickly broke through skin.
By spooky j8 years ago in Poets
Juliet, Where Are You Hiding?
Juliet, where are you hiding ? This Romeo aint bleeding, he is but comfortably numb. Sick & tired, uninspired as happily ever after never come.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Forgotten Tears
Alone with my thoughts the world is caving in on me;Letter by letter, my thoughts unravel and swirl around me like a violent tornado.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski8 years ago in Poets
Cultural Gentrification
Cultural Gentrification Step 1. Evaporation—our cultures are gettin lost in evaporation. Went from segregation to Replication. You see, they want us to live in separation, then bring us together, take what they like, then back to isolation. Then, they rewrite the history of our nation, removing the all facts from the basin.
By Tristan Reaves8 years ago in Poets
One Day
Incompleteness will be the death of you, How will it kill me, When doors don't fully shut? Or when I'm disturbed before finishing a-
By Paige Gass8 years ago in Poets
It Wasn't Me
Slowly but surely I am starting to wonder Is it expecting too much to want what you give? To hope for even two petals in return for three flowers,
By Gabriel Shippam8 years ago in Poets
Old Friends
I greeted this town as an old friend. The friend you always loved but for some reason split apart. The longer I stayed, the more I realized that this old friend and I have moved on. We've grown apart. Everyone has changed, and yet everything is the same. I love this old friend. I always will. This town was my home. But I have grown and this town didn't grow with me. It wasn't until I left that I truly realized why I had to go. I was homesick but it wasn't until I got back that I realized that I was homesick not for this place, but for the hearts of those I left here. The memories I made. The time that we’re long gone. And that the hole this town dug in my chest had healed a while ago. And it feels good. I had a blast seeing this old friend of mine, but I will not miss them. Not anymore.
By Topsy Kretts8 years ago in Poets