Most recently published stories in Poets.
I can feel my heart breaking more and more with each second that passes. The gnawing feeling in my gut that something is wrong, grows with each breath I take.
By Jessica Rasile8 years ago in Poets
The days seem longer, since you are not around Clothed by this solitude; a darkness invades me. Since my sun only sets, and my moon never wakes.
By Kelly Madeleine Ortiz8 years ago in Poets
Just because I'm short doesn't mean I can't hold my ground, doesn't mean I can't do things for myself and doesn't mean you can belittle me
By Antwoine Hedgepeth8 years ago in Poets
On water’s Edge An end found, Reflection formed In misty eyed thoughts. Harrowing denial- Of a life A love A memory of reflection
By Katrina Thornley8 years ago in Poets
mornings like these beach cuddles with the sun barely up stars still hanging on in the pale light of dawn while the world awakens around us
By Steph Sinclair8 years ago in Poets
What does it mean to truly be a man? The world claims to know the truth, be a man. Scornful eyes judging, the jury agrees
By D.A. Baldwin8 years ago in Poets
He was her hero. Everything she had ever needed. The only one who understood. It's been a year now and she's still bleeding, whilst everyone else just carries on. Barely seeming like they care.
By Ashleigh Foy8 years ago in Poets
The child with the imagination choosesThe child, to read, choosesThe child, with wings of fancy flying about, sings and dances ‘til night’s endThe child knows what truth is beyond all truth
By Althea Luce8 years ago in Poets
If you only knew, how much I truly miss you my dear. What I would give to dismiss the distance and have you near. Close enough to embrace you,
Lift your face up from the magazine And look me in the eye The mirror is not where your identity lies. Didn’t you realize
By Rachel Dow8 years ago in Poets
There's this porcelain deity with raven hair and eyes I could drown in... I think she's the most beautiful girl in our town
By Duanyell Williams8 years ago in Poets
When I am old, My life will count for something. My wrinkles will tell stories So my vocal cords don’t have to. With every creak and crack
