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Most recently published stories in Poets.
Sunshine Girl
Her body flowed, flowered, pressing ever forward, chasing the sun. It warmed her, gently kissing her skin, and she delighted in the moments this made her glow, as though freshly bathed in a pool of soft gold.
Emma LaurionPublished 3 years ago in PoetsStay Focus
Focus on life Focus on love Focus on the skies up above The world is forever cold, and you will forever get old. But focus on what’s meant to be and focus on what’s told.
Tecoria SavagePublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Modern Way
The Modern Way A poem by: Jewelleah Lisa There’s chaos in a world of haste running rampant - in your face! taking everything for granted
:Jewel-Leah-Lisa:Published 3 years ago in PoetsHURT
It's hard to hold back the tears a face tell the tale, It's hard to get over the pain It might take a while The struggles of heartbreak.
Sean NoblePublished 3 years ago in PoetsMom hair, Don’t care
Messy bun Dark circles under eyes Stretch marks and extra chub Today the mirror sees no makeup The world says hurry up and cover up
Bobby & Alyssa ForestPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA peak into my thoughts on being in love
Dear Lover, I love being with you and yet, when I am not with you sometimes, I wish you had never stepped into my life that I could live in the bliss of not knowing you
Melancholic MamaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsRoad To Success
The tallest mountain started from the ground. Can you believe Mountain Everest was once a hill? that's hilarious. Have a sense of humor but don't live by the rumors.
Sean NoblePublished 3 years ago in Poets- Top Story - March 2021
At the Theatre
According to the Poetry Foundation, an ekphrastic poem "is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art." For my own take on this, I've chosen to describe Prudence Heward's "At the Theatre" (1928).
Noémi BlomPublished 3 years ago in Poets Relinquish
That moment you see her. A little girl standing on the dusty, dirt road. She's dirty. She's alone. She is lost.
Delores RockettPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMY DARLING
When looking in her eyes, the sweetness of hyper-active. the hiccups as my heart beats for water, Quench my thirst of desire.
Sean NoblePublished 3 years ago in PoetsUrdu Poetry of Mirza Ghalib
At every little thing you say, “Who art thou?” Is this the way you talk to one, anyhow? In flame not this miracle, in lightning not this art,
Zilch lewizPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhy am I still here?
The clicking stops. I get a chill through the blanket and my sweater. I hate when the clicking stops; it feels like an icebox in here.
Lindsey RochaPublished 3 years ago in Poets