Most recently published stories in Poets.
Heavy eyes, too bright my stomach to tight, right get up. cold, worried I'm hurried stop I want to drop, breath you need to leave.
By Jodie coote7 years ago in Poets
The first Christmas heartbreak was finding out that Santa wasn't real. I was 10. The second Christmas heartbreak was when my first boyfriend moved away before Christmas.
By Jessica Dixon7 years ago in Poets
Listen—Do you hear that? That's the sound of silence as it enfolds the body of the person I used to be. Darkness overcame me and I welcomed it with open arms. I didn't use to be depressed.. No one is born depressed.
By Brooklyn Hart7 years ago in Poets
Allow the words that flow from my mouth to pierce you like a bullet to your heart. It took every ounce of confidence to say this,
By Shenia Latrice7 years ago in Poets
As boredom takes hold My mind is left to wander. Memories fly free. Emotions suffocate me. Times ticks by slowly. Days are are a lifetime to me.
By Rue West7 years ago in Poets
The breeze in my hair, the sand on my feet I watch the sunset, I don’t miss a beat. The colors are painted in soft subtle hues,
By Anomalis Grl7 years ago in Poets
Do I have to be talkative to be attractive? Be interruptive when the teacher's talking. Post pictures of myself in bikinis and smoke coming out of my mouth,
By Towela7 years ago in Poets
This is a tale about one that has stood the test of time For this is no happy children’s rhyme Hundreds have turned to ash and dust
By Brady Young7 years ago in Poets
To understand a word, so powerful and yet so simple that it only needs 4 letters. Serendipity, graciously giving you the opportunity to not only use that 4 letter word but understand it as well.
By London Adventures7 years ago in Poets
Black sun born into this nasty world. The beast that sees the weak as feasts. At first he was confused and scared. Hair on his neck stands straight from fear.
By Dalon McCain7 years ago in Poets
The full moon light promises the beauty of the story Rainbow paradise garden created for the eyes of the world Here my breath is born and walks in the scent of life
By E. NATASHA7 years ago in Poets
Cracks in the sidewalk, In the stairs, Walking to and fro, Walking to survive, Survival of the fittest? Survival of the fastest,
By Ericka Siebenthaler7 years ago in Poets