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Most recently published stories in Poets.
At the End
Imagine... Smoked room, countless cigarette butts in the ashtray, and you ... Abandoned by all the "friends" you had in your youth ...
Arzun NasufovaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Sad Tune
"It is but a torment that bites me It is like a leech attached to my skin I try to get rid of it but yet still It wouldn't allow me to have the breath of true peace
Harydo NeonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNo Love for the Damn
No such Eleanor Or the cure for the damn Stray and kill as before Before the king, as a man. Give in and Forget, No women, no men.
Miguel RicardoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRe-Evolution
RE-EVOLUTION—an ode to consciousness ☺ The hate and pain have shown us all That there is a fire burning The days are coming to stand up tall
"Damn This Limb Bow"
What would our forests look like, if the trees found a reason to war with each other? Two American flames trying to put out the other's fire,
Chad BurkePublished 7 years ago in Poets"New Beginnings"
Yesterday is gone, and here I stand feeling empowered and strong. Something came over me when I woke up, made me see that life is worth living when you don't give up. Sometimes those people who claim they had enough, are really saying give them reason not to give up. Be there and help them to see there is someone out there they can trust.
Soul SistahPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUnder the Stars
Two people, unaware of their connections. A guy and a girl looking at the stars. A cool and crisp night. He touches her face to the bridge of her nose. His warm hands make her open up. As his hand is over her cheek, she puts her hand on top of his. Looking into each other eyes, dreaming yet realizing, this moment, this day, under the stars is a dream come true.
Brianna McKinleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDreamtime
color i think is wasted on males and northern climes Give me mother Africa — Mother India. Not the Pharoahnic or Brahmic ruled — but a happy ambiguity.
Michael BeePublished 7 years ago in PoetsRed: The Love Poems
I sit... I sit; I wait again for minutes. Four months would understate the length of time that I hurt… Confused and angry
Leah JamesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGift.
Her image. It's a gift. Her fresh image, ignites me: Heart and pulse, breath and rush. She warrants my unconditional surrender.
Shaun Sundance Yates .Published 7 years ago in PoetsChildren
Children, so cute, Little, but DEADLY, They know how to give that look at you, The one that hits you right in the heart, With those big eyes saying "PLEASE?"
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Cougar & The Silver Fox
'The cougar would only hunt at night While the innocents were tucked up in bed Her hunger was matched only by her wiles Or so said the voices in the silver fox’s head
Sean Bw ParkerPublished 7 years ago in Poets