Most recently published stories in Poets.
Saliva pools, you are suspended in the ether, a decision is biting at your tongue, a crisp bite of garden-fresh green celery sends your mouth watering,
By Tabitha Reno8 years ago in Poets
It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you A few months in fact You pick me up from the airport and you ask “How are you doing”
By Laura DiNovis Berry8 years ago in Poets
It all started when I was nine When your eyes met mine My throat went dry And my heart skipped a meat Fast forward to age 12
By Kaitlin Stewart8 years ago in Poets
"Am I your one and only?" I ask him every other night. He only laughed and came with his prime. This is a question I was aware could never be set free.
By Nicole Buck8 years ago in Poets
I start out each day with the thought of you on my mind baby... Memories of a love that ties our souls for eternity... You and and me...
By Screamin Tearz8 years ago in Poets
I'll write a note to myself and leave it behind. So when I come home, old and with a bit of memory loss- at least someone can say,
By Hannah Horror8 years ago in Poets
I am a woman. I wear pink, I wear makeup and I do everything in my power to make me feel better about myself. Backtrack to Grade 1...
By Madison Saurer8 years ago in Poets
My life is like broken poetry. It's beautiful and deep to others, but ugly and meaningless to me. It is a scream. A cry for help. A destroyed dream. A person giving up.
By Chasity Sosa8 years ago in Poets
Remember that night in February? So, cold not a soul in sight, wary Remember the gathering, turned party Thought it’d be nice to get away, hearty
By Aaiyanna Johnson8 years ago in Poets
The world around me is alive, but I'm not; not really. I'm just here. Standing; sticking to myself with my exterior armor in all it's graffitied glory.
By Marisa Shrock8 years ago in Poets
Raindrops hit my face, soaking from the frustrations of the world. Skin numbs, I can't control my actions... So much anger built up inside, how do I hold up?
By Ziggy MD8 years ago in Poets
you died doing what you loved, as horrific as that probably was, your last words a pulpit oration for all in attendance to surely remember,
