Most recently published stories in Poets.
Moon Dust Rain has come The evening breeze barked Blue streak rain poured We quivered. The wind shivered. The night glistened.
By Malika Young8 years ago in Poets
I hate to love you. Not because you aren't incredible and beautiful Because you are I hate to love you because you give me a sense of purpose
By Dallas Hewitt8 years ago in Poets
Is anybody truly themselves or do they put on a front for the sake of others? Do they act and dress to be accepted? Do they favor things because that's what the majority likes?
By Shannan Cimino Stewart8 years ago in Poets
New jackals Romp and tear the global flesh Peer down the sight line An agenda mowing over the innocent While multitudes chatter and become trivialized secondaries
By Broke Poet8 years ago in Poets
Not yet, i am not ready Procrastination Not yet, i do not have enough time At the moment Not yet, i have nowhere to go Stagnation
By Rozzie Mozzie8 years ago in Poets
A dialogue poem I wrote in junior year of college. Warning: Language Domestic Bliss A husband and wife sit at the dinner table,
By Candice Johnson8 years ago in Poets
G a y Three letter word; So fitting and broad. Dogmatic in its arches— Sitting in the distance of the man; who wears his hat;
Praise be the word, Its kingdom reigns, Such sovereignty, Gives meaning plain. Hallowed be its refrain. To bring understanding
By Michael Gallegos8 years ago in Poets
Never was much of a girlie girl, Now, Harley Quinn, that's my type of gal, She rocks that bat, You don't want to mess with that,
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
"I am ready, well-dressed, maybe like a perfect gentleman But who cares,i try to dress to avoid unwanted attraction And thus, as i wait for my mode of transportation via rail
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
The Dark is a realm of which very few ever come out from Every story told from beyond the Dark… Depicts a different form of torture used against the survivors.
By Dan Luedee8 years ago in Poets
Life is not a straight through road. There will be dead ends and detours. You will climb up high into the mountains and ventures deep down into caves. Some roads may be paved while in other instances, you will have to make your own roads.
By Ryan Vrba8 years ago in Poets
