Most recently published stories in Poets.
I LIVE IN FICTION, I AM A KING AND I AM A QUEEN. I RULED OVER WORLDS THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN. I LIVE WITH DRAGONS, UNICORNS, AND TROLLS.
By Malena Lopez7 years ago in Poets
Sitting in somber, frozen while life ripples around and caresses the curves of lower extremities Pores absorbing thousands of (what is believed to be non-existent) specs of life's dirt that led you to this porcelain clawfoot in the first place
By Mo. ThePoet7 years ago in Poets
People wonder how I stand my ground with a smile I am a youth in care with a story to tell, a person who isn’t impaired I might be annoying, goofy, loud but never foul
By Jordan Linson7 years ago in Poets
She had a lot going on, she did. But she didn't let that get the best of her. She was beautiful like no one knew she was. Even though she had a way to smile and keep her pain hidden, none of what was going on around her truly fulfilled her happiness.
By Auburn Dawn7 years ago in Poets
Not only were you my first love, But you were also my first heartbreak When we were together, you would make my heart ache
By Jade Millard7 years ago in Poets
So our dog, Kippur, He thinks he's human, that he's in charge. When we're wrestling, You cannot tell who's side he is on, who he is protecting.
By Crystal Korpan7 years ago in Poets
Empty. Vessel of self. Too busy filling everyone's tea cup You let your well run dry. Linked up in the seams Of anxiety and withered dreams
By Sydney robinson7 years ago in Poets
Bloodless, Alabaster silk, Spineless, can't get off mom's milk, She says I tuck boys in too tight, Maybe she's right,
By Jade Dawson7 years ago in Poets
Define beauty. In a sense, beauty is a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form... all of which pleases sight. Shape. Beauty needs shape.
Every quiet, Each of our own ... Every cold, No wind blow ... The ceiling is not glowing, Clutching it with a dense fog ...
By hero polo7 years ago in Poets
You don't like the truth? That I know about you too? I speak it, You just don't want to hear it. Sorry, did my back hurt your knife, when you stabbed me just right?
Branches dancing in the gentle breeze Showing their pickings to the birds and bees Sunlight warming the blooming crop As juicy fruits are ready to drop
By Michelle Bridges7 years ago in Poets