Most recently published stories in Poets.
She was there, I could touch her, make sense of her form. I remember her beauty and the way she curled her hair, her voice sounded like a bell while other times it sounded like rough gravel.
By Beautifully Jaged9 years ago in Poets
beauty in spirit invisible beam of light in our formless soul This haiku is part of my collection of inspirational and affirmation haiku. Many more can be found on my WordPress blog here.
By Laurie Molloy9 years ago in Poets
A poem about love and heartbreak. Love I've never known a love like yours; never felt a love so true, so pure, yet so powerful.
By Rasheeda Loves9 years ago in Poets
Sometimes the need to be held by someone can be felt even by the ones that hate any type of attachment. As I walked through my messed up, plain and somehow beautiful life, I felt this need make its way into my heart more and more each day, numerous times.
By Eva Beatrice9 years ago in Poets
Rage. Red and bitter. Feels like a burning fire. It sits in my stomach and twists and turns. It spins and tears until it bleeds through my vision of reality.
By Jai Storm9 years ago in Poets
Take me to the distant places Take me far beyond the sky To embrace the broad horizon Where both my wings can fly Take me to a place of courage
By Geraldine Taylor9 years ago in Poets
Twenty-five percent life is all I have to quickly express my prose to you. Can there be enough depth & passion to fill the souls these words speak to?
By Reese Jones9 years ago in Poets
Lust is like a whisper in the night You feel it, but there’s no sound Sometimes, it gives one a fright But darling, just ignore your heart that pounds
By Cassidy Smith9 years ago in Poets
To kill or to be killed... In order to win, one must fight; Fight to survive and to stay alive One must look deep inside to realize...
At first, his sight ceased Then his hearing was no more Darkness fell Silence reign No longer could he feel anything Alone, lost, empty
By Tomás Brandão9 years ago in Poets
The black woman is dirt Yes. Ah yes, you heard me right, I said: the black woman is dirt But before you go up in arms listen to what I have to say first
By Edens Fleurizard9 years ago in Poets
Do I look sad?? Do I look like I hear them?? Do I seem like I don't care?? Do I seem like I hear them screaming?? So, you say I look happy.
By Natalee Beck9 years ago in Poets
