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Most recently published stories in Poets.

The Path of Life
The abundance of leaves crunch and crackle as I walk down the never ending path lined with trees, sustaining only a handful of foliage:
By Alexis Rogers8 years ago in Poets
Goodbye
You're not allowed to say 'goodbye,' After all this time You're ignoring me. I know you can hear me You've responded before,
By Varian Moyer8 years ago in Poets
Don't Touch This III
(Amenamy - Jon Hopkins Remix) cutting ties and breaking chains - chains from the ground to my ankles, and to my wrists. sitting and waiting and gathering the force - balling up thunder and shoving it through my ribs into my lungs - the force to do what needs to be done. freer to the point of flying instead of floating. snatching lightning from the clouds and wearing it as a coat so I can never be mistaken for a shadow again. prickling and sparking and freer. breaths of thunder in the warmth of my own lightning.
By isa bel8 years ago in Poets
As I Look Into the Mirror
As I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. A light-skinned Black man. Full of hopes and dreams. Ambitions and a hidden motivation.
By Trey Stevens8 years ago in Poets
Distance
September 9, 2016 1:38 AM It feels as though there are oceans between us, The waves rising higher and higher, creating a beautiful barrier between you and me.
By Alexis Rogers8 years ago in Poets
Slow Race
Life is a race, At a slow pace, There are dangers to face, Do you know your place? Are you in it like Myspace? I don’t know if this is my race,
By Jacquez Narbaez8 years ago in Poets
Starlit Sky
One in the morning on a Sunday night breeds sensations that can never exist at any other point in a single cycle of the sun and moon. Silence, predominantly, is deafening. Shoes padding along graveled roads, pebbles peppering the ground like they were mimicking the stars in the sky. The soft whispers of frogs croaking, crickets chirping, and cicadas whizzing are a music unheard by the bed-dwellers tucked safely in their sheets inside a darkened house nearby.
By Kerrigan Herret8 years ago in Poets
Rose Colored Glasses
I've always felt things differently and deeply than everyone around me seeing the world with my Rose Colored Glasses half on I've always wondered if the moon and the stars followed me like they specifically chose me to lead them into Infinity I wonder what it would be like to dance with the Sun and chase with the sunset and not get burned and have no regrets wonder what would happen if we took a minute to enjoy the world around us and everything that's in it and that God took time to take this little speck of dust and turn it into us. All these things I wondered when I was little but now I know the stars and the moon were not following me I was following them And they were leading me into Infinity. And I was always dancing with the sun and chasing the sunset but instead Of getting burned which is sometimes required I became the fire. A nice little diamond in the rough, you can't break me I was meant I cut. I was meant to live my life with no regrets, so no its not them that keeps me up at night its the poetry in my heart, the music in my soul, its a story that needs to be told. 9-30-17
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
The Race
the time leading up to my departure was always dreary we made sure we were touching at all times but we didn’t say much
By summer8 years ago in Poets
Perfection
She thrived for the highest level of perfection, in everything she did. She walked and talked and acted just like she thought she should,
By Andriea Munkelt8 years ago in Poets
Apple of My Eye
All that weird shit I talk about apples is dead Now I'm seeing more than red Jaded by a poisoned gilded apple I'm sick and turning green
By Duanyell Williams8 years ago in Poets
Colours
Red The blush that tinges my cheeks when I am with you; the electric feeling of ecstasy when you touch me; the fire that spreads within me when you so much as flash your pearly smile my way;
By Kerrigan Herret8 years ago in Poets