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Most recently published stories in Poets.

"High Mowing"
High Mowing I was born an i- dentical twin but at seventeen a pretty girl came between my brother and me and we had a big argument.
By R U Outavit8 years ago in Poets
Social Media
What are all these new inventions? Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, YouTube and all these other crazy websites? I can't believe it. I must be an old soul.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Sound
The pain is all I can remember. The pain that gripped me, Held me under my blankets And no matter how much I wanted to I felt there was no way to crawl up
By Cherub8 years ago in Poets
Score
As I draw in a deep breath My lungs fill with your smell Still lingering on Like some forgotten tale From years past I clutch the pillow
By Samantha Reed8 years ago in Poets
Loyalty
Where did the honesty go? Out the window, And through the door? And when did the battle scars begin to show? I’m tired of acting like I don’t care,
By Serena Norris8 years ago in Poets
A is for Anxiety
A- Another day is breaking B- But it feels like a year C- Cliques and groups pass by as the D- Day drags on E- Every passing minute
By Cherub8 years ago in Poets
Frozen
My heart compresses and decompresses, And with the thought of you, I find myself flailing, Struggling to find a hold. And I could tell you that it's cold,
By Serena Norris8 years ago in Poets
Widowed
I don't know where to start, there is an ache in my heart. You told me you'd be here, but now you're nowhere near. You made me feel like I mattered,
By Patty Huston8 years ago in Poets
Learn Your Place
Learn your place You better learn your place, girl It doesn't matter if a smile no longer Visits your face. Learn your place, girl
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
Safety
Growing up they said a prince will save you You just had to be patient and good But when the time came The tune changed “Save yourself” “No one else will”
By Kail Rose8 years ago in Poets
Something Like Human
Things are Strange. "Highly Deranged," entangled in the rage. This world needs a change, It’s not hard to see. Famine.
By Bianca Madaffari8 years ago in Poets
For the Women Who've Survived
I am not a victim, she tells her mother, who's concerned about her well being and the state of her health. I am not a victim, she tells her friends, who never see her anymore because he doesn't want her hanging around them.
By Cameron Dominguez8 years ago in Poets