Most recently published stories in Poets.
For political correctness' sake let’s call them ‘underprivileged kids from broken homes’; for correctness' sake, let’s call them
By User1237 years ago in Poets
Life is a connected series of moments, yet non-linear by nature, and made stark, by the city on this stormy night. I lie on the bed, my back propped up by pillows and there is nowhere to move.
By David Power7 years ago in Poets
The world was dark. It always had been, really. That was just how I had grown to accept the world: in shades of gray, barely changing from the dullness that I experienced on the daily.
By no7 years ago in Poets
my old love is bittersweet. brazen promises traded for lamp-glow warmth just bright enough to make out the stains on his shirt.
By Zoe Mac7 years ago in Poets
Colleen told me that when she was young she used to hate when people said "I love you a lot" why muddy I love you with a word
By Fiachra O'7 years ago in Poets
What is the price getting a reprieve from re-living? Getting it right. And so..it happened, again. I saw it coming and it made me laugh, even as the shadow passed over my face.
Mouth closed, palms wet My heart was pounding out of my chest “You’re so hot” I heard you say But not to me, not any day
By Bailey Correia7 years ago in Poets
Stop it, read it, clock it, Done deal with a rat's spiel, that's a new reel on your locket. Your locket, my lock-it. Done lost the key,
By Klyde Khalil Walker7 years ago in Poets
The thoughts in my mind are so hard to collect, they are coming so hard, they are coming so fast, like a train about to derail off the tracks.
By Jackie Sagastume7 years ago in Poets
I waited, reading the veteran's account from long ago, about not being there, as the dust from construction blew along 55th St., by The St. Regis, covering the bourgeois in their own poison.
And the secrets sure drove her mad But she carried them to her grave Even as they haunted her soul And ate at the corners of her peace
By Shivani Vani7 years ago in Poets
Silence is the ever wonder of the universe Many feel to fill it with white noise That they think they are different! But where is the difference in people?
By Lauren James7 years ago in Poets