Most recently published stories in Poets.
I feel so shitty... but a soda is a dollar and fifty cents and I think I can manage that. Can we crack a window 'cause I'm really
By Insp;re Studios8 years ago in Poets
We were tight We were best friends We were always together When you thought "it" was the best I joked in disgust You started to drift away
By Sarah U8 years ago in Poets
I hear an angel calling "Songbird, where are you?" And I look around Knowing in my soul She calls For me An Angel of the Moon
By Samantha Reed8 years ago in Poets
You are my mirror Were Past tense You were my mirror I looked at you And saw myself in you I saw my own darkness My own insecurity
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
The way I see you The way you see me It was never easy Never easy to see you cry I always tell you That I'll be next to you
By Just Jazzt8 years ago in Poets
The inner conflict which nobody else can see A soul’s yearning which has imposed itself upon thee A black void, seemingly irreconcilable
By Aiyanna Rose8 years ago in Poets
All by myself, I changed the way I looked at my Daddy once more. All by myself, I mended the scars that were invisible. All by myself, I ran into that dark tunnel.
By Stéphanie Escorial8 years ago in Poets
I take my usual traffic-infested route; nothing new in CaliforniaMy excitement builds as I get toward the off rampI near the gate and my heart racesI’ve crossed this entry a million times before, though every time is still the very firstWhen I walk through the arches and hear the music, whatever I had been stressing about vanishesI walk these cobblestone streets and I am forever in aweEven the friggin’ buildings are happy to be there
By C. Reyes8 years ago in Poets
Intimacy. Penetrate. What is the meaning of these elaborate words? You would think it means to be sexual, in fact it could but there`s more.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
I grew up with "treat people with RESPECT" or the famous "do unto others, as you want them to do unto you", THE GOLDEN RULE.
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
You told me once You wanted to read My poetry, so this is for You. Your my everything, The pieces of my shattered Existence.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Hispanic, Asian, White, Black, or Native American. Post- Office worker, Journalist, Saint, Doctor, or Fast- food worker.
By Victoria Ward8 years ago in Poets
