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Most recently published stories in Poets.
School
In our preparation for self-discovery, We’re not sure what the future will hold. What comes next? How do we handle the truth?
Steph SinclairPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLoveless
Even when you break me I hang on by this thread I dream of fields and rolling hills But everything is dead I wander through this wasteland
Little Girl
She used to play with dolls and toys then later searched to play with boys her heart broke, into the heart came a whole empty, broken unable to find a place to call home
Mina GarciaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRambling On
Can't stop from rambling on. Can't change my love for you. I've been imprisoned in the stone that you are now. Mere words that only dignify the stone that it's on,
The Love That Won't Remain
What remains of me if you leave? When you found me I was a seed, and with a surplus of overflowing love you drowned all my dreams.
clarkspittahPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTake Me to a World, Other Than My Own
Take me to a world other than my own. Where the sky is blue and the sea is clear, where The day is brighter than a baby’s cheer.
Sylvia EkanemPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Never Figured Out
I never figured out what it was to be made out of wishes Until you walked away. You were my turnarounds, You were the mystery that was the daunting hours of tomorrow.
Kate AvinoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAn Aftermath
Years, years, and years ago, Inside a holy chateau, A plan has been carried out: A bishop builds a timber castle. Back towards the present day
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAntarctic Whispers
On the right side of Everything… A sunrise, a sunset… Direction means nothing As we bathe in the confused glow Of first or last light.
A. F. LittPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlanket
With you... I am sheltered, I am covered, I am warm... Very warm... Too warm. Without you... I am vulnerable, I am naked, I am cold.
Jessica BurdenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInk Feelings
Here we go again. The same place we've been many times before, but I'm starting to believe words aren't enough anymore. I spill my soul out through this ink and all it does is slap me in the face with the truth.
Jessica RasilePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBut It Does
You used to watch me dance, Now every time I hear those songs. I think of how you made me feel, Like we were the only people in the world.
Lucas KowalchukPublished 7 years ago in Poets