Most recently published stories in Poets.
I envision sweet euphoria, Against my tastebuds. My shadow is compromised by this compelling symmetrical reflection. An image not comparable.
By Kiesha 'KSsense' sadler9 years ago in Poets
Talk to me. Words. Eyes. Heart. And if all that fails. Write. Draw. Paint. And if all that fails. Scream. Cry. Punch the cushions —
By Chloe Urquhart9 years ago in Poets
Wandering along the shore the aftershocks of love breaking like waves against the crushed coral sand. Through filtered sunlight
By Valentyna Holloway9 years ago in Poets
My heart is like a largest marble slab. Heavy... Each day I feel it swing down in my stomach. Feeling it hit every organ with each beat of my heart.
By Darcy Tompkins9 years ago in Poets
These words are not for you So much of me has been done for an audience lately and this notebook is a calculated effort to stop that in my writing.
By Jayce-Jaquee Pezzelle9 years ago in Poets
In our preparation for self-discovery, We’re not sure what the future will hold. What comes next? How do we handle the truth?
By Steph Sinclair9 years ago in Poets
Even when you break me I hang on by this thread I dream of fields and rolling hills But everything is dead I wander through this wasteland
By Em D9 years ago in Poets
She used to play with dolls and toys then later searched to play with boys her heart broke, into the heart came a whole empty, broken unable to find a place to call home
By Mina Garcia9 years ago in Poets
Can't stop from rambling on. Can't change my love for you. I've been imprisoned in the stone that you are now. Mere words that only dignify the stone that it's on,
By Rutes M9 years ago in Poets
What remains of me if you leave? When you found me I was a seed, and with a surplus of overflowing love you drowned all my dreams.
By clarkspittah9 years ago in Poets
Take me to a world other than my own. Where the sky is blue and the sea is clear, where The day is brighter than a baby’s cheer.
By Sylvia Ekanem9 years ago in Poets
I never figured out what it was to be made out of wishes Until you walked away. You were my turnarounds, You were the mystery that was the daunting hours of tomorrow.
By Kate Avino9 years ago in Poets
