Most recently published stories in Poets.
Hello how are you doing my name is... His voice echoed through my entire being It was like an impetuous waterfall whose waves gave my life value and meaning
By Latoia Dunn7 years ago in Poets
bold strokes on an empty canvas photography and seeing existence through a photographer’s eye / angles shadings themes
By Torey Seymour-Russell7 years ago in Poets
Here we go, oh my Oh god where do I even start, You laugh at all those silly words, so immature, like fart. And I hate that I never could express the way I feel,
By A Quick Thought7 years ago in Poets
The day I knew, I was being blessed by you, Myself overjoyed To cherish Motherhood. The joy lasted but a few days; My dreams shattered.
By Creative Hub7 years ago in Poets
Angel, come back to me, spread your wings and fall, back to earth. I'm here, angel, come find me, I'm somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
By Jessica Smith7 years ago in Poets
Creative and influential are the sounds at the piers. My soul peers out absorbing the element of ambient ripples. Whispers in the wind blow by for
By E Wilso7 years ago in Poets
Trolley rails burrow in the charcoal black asphalt, purple and green and yellow beads dangle from tree limbs and mingle with
By Makeda Jackson7 years ago in Poets
Late at night here I lay awake wishing upon a star It's 3 a.m. yet all I can think about is death Here I lay wishing I could sleep and never awaken to a new day
By Yer thao7 years ago in Poets
If joy was my enemy once Why now has it gone so long Long after my breath is catching From the place my heart is gone I can't see the sun when my heart feel like this
By Hope Inward7 years ago in Poets
You: Ice is cold. And it burns Just the thought of it sends shivers down my spine Your face as I look at it- frozen Unknown whether out of stone, or in time itself
By Ramon Fonseca7 years ago in Poets
When I am alone all that I ever do is think. Each night I spend ruminating over and over. And the following day everything goes blank.
By Doreen Simpson7 years ago in Poets
I breathed the wet sand as I sat on the beach reviving memories that were lost in an endeavor to keep up with life So composed and thankful
By Neetha Yashwanth7 years ago in Poets