Most recently published stories in Poets.
This is only a test Yes, only a test Of rhythmic ability With verbal agility The flowing of syllable After slanted synonym
By Conjury8 years ago in Poets
Standing still In a flowing river The current is strong You feel the pull Sleeping pill I may consider Sense of right and wrong
By Rozzie Mozzie8 years ago in Poets
Wherever you are: Stuck on a train, Mowing the fresh grass, Morning breakfast turn to waste, Fixed in beeping horns, and urgent sirens
By Malika Young8 years ago in Poets
He tells me to be quiet. He tells me eat the pain. He tells me if I love him enough, Then I should never complain. This... this is his love.
By Barbara Dobbs8 years ago in Poets
What color fills this house Fills this room, this world From blue dome to green life Many a hue this world holds Now into the grand aether so vast
"How blind can a man's sight be That he fails to see through beauty even if it sat in front of him The broken heart of a woman says a lot of things
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
White sand between toes white sand in noseslost on a beach and you can't speak the language lost in a small city rough cobblestone streetseverything brought to colors of pale orange.Flick of a wrist as she moves slow though the heart inside erratically beats and feels fit to escape the rib-cage that so delicately encasesmoves as wheat grass in an open field pale eyes likewhite birds fighting against the horizon.
By Emma Gill8 years ago in Poets
Fear can make you lose many things From potential friends or new experiences Those friends could have helped you in your time of need
By Jackie Coats8 years ago in Poets
At times I feel as though I am a lost traveler Traveling in stillness as I break the moonlit night Tearing the light away
The beige sunlight peeks its eyes from the horizon of the Bay Area's waters And it spots a brunette girl, walking, Beat, by beat, by beat.
By John-Andrew Zacharakis8 years ago in Poets
we are white we are broken we are blind we are ignorant willfully ignorant we are murderers we are terrorists we are not *all* bad
By Victoria Benson-Lohr8 years ago in Poets
I always want us to be together, But I have a confession. I'm lost and empty inside my heart, I am not really here, I've gone away.
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
