Most recently published stories in Poets.
What is a girl to do… With a father that no longer meets the criteria? The girl who use to be… Daddy’s little girl. The daddy
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Color me yellow, a pretty little sundress, shining in the sun, sitting next to you laughing at some stupid joke you made.
By Emily Frey8 years ago in Poets
He's smart and handsome with a college degree, he's gentle and affectionate with a strong spiritual belief. He loves to have fun with me and trying new things, he gives me butterflies all in my stomach and makes my heart sing.
By Kina Reed8 years ago in Poets
Little girl, black room, white dress, pale hair, porcelain cheeks, Hopeful eyes, shining with curiosity. Young girl,
“Can you think of a world where there is silence everywhere? No outcry, no laughter… No noise at all… All that reigns is deadly silence!!”
By Ria Dutta8 years ago in Poets
Here we see a girl Being forced to do something she hates Her passion is slipping away Her will to try is getting weaker by the hour
By Gabby Jurado8 years ago in Poets
Was our meeting here In this time and in this place A mere chance happenstance Or was it a star aligned fate A shared set destiny
By Creative Hub8 years ago in Poets
I’m running through a flurry of flakes I don’t know what exactly I'm running from The past? The future? Or maybe it’s myself...
By Matthew freiberg8 years ago in Poets
i know what it's like to feel as if sleep will rob you of the remembrance of your self image of your hard-earned dignity and poise.
By THE ALYH8 years ago in Poets
The first three years for us was complete and total bliss, butterflies in my stomach and love filled every kiss. Later on down the line everything began to change, instead of giving me love for life you started giving me pain.
Some nights I smoke cigarettes And chase with liquor, but nothing gives me more heart burn than the memory of you carved inside it.
By Megan El8 years ago in Poets
You greet yourself as you return home. You already know the stories you’ll tell yourself about the lifetimes of dreams
