Most recently published stories in Poets.
Mommy I love you, Mommy don't cry, Mommy please hold me And don't ask me why. I know that you'll miss me, Mommy I'll miss you too,
By Catie Grandmaison8 years ago in Poets
Holding hands and making jokes,Using ketchup as face paints while strangers watch,Before that, proposing under a bridge, on a pile of rocks,Remember how this was us?
By Jessica Snow8 years ago in Poets
I am beautiful not only on the outside but on the inside as well I am beautiful because I am strong I stand up for what I believe in and fight to achieve it
By Sara Wara8 years ago in Poets
So stay with me for a second, There's a life I can’t explain Not the worst, flaws galore and sometimes instead of vacant I'm “help needed”
By Rachael8 years ago in Poets
I have my nose inside the palms of my hands, I rub them hard... Everywhere, As to smell the rain trapped inside the walls of this humid city,
By Val Mijares8 years ago in Poets
At 13 years old my mom turned her back on me, she put me out her home and took away my key. She told me to leave with only the clothes on my back, she said she didnt care where I ended up at.
By Kina Reed8 years ago in Poets
Hold your tongue don't you dare say another word what make you better than anyone of us What makes you so worthy, so important
The day you told me goodbye I didn't know what to do. I stuck my fingers down my throat so that I couldn't taste you anymore.
By Baya Draws8 years ago in Poets
There’s always a reason to scape... Might be from problems, situations or maybe just for pleasure. There’s many people looking for their own places in this worlds. Few of them can really find themselves.
By Eva Diaz8 years ago in Poets
Queen of things What pain emptiness brings No songs for my heart to sing The loneliness stings I’ve got a heart but no strings
By Montana Paxton8 years ago in Poets
Don't let the society around you determine your beauty. Don't give into insecurities because these people don't like how you don't look like everyone else.
By Altair E8 years ago in Poets
Whenever winter starts to creep, I wish you’d come along as well. Like you used to. Every year. As the snow began to fall,
By Megan El8 years ago in Poets
