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Most recently published stories in Poets.

The First Raindrops
I feel the need to welcome myself to the realm of beginnings Where the air is as pure as the purest linen sheet, Where there is a view of an infinite white field of quiet feelings.
By Laura Jiménez9 years ago in Poets
Utopia
cherry blossoms, silent placesall alone, but still togetherfeels so happy, i'm whateverno more worries, no more mazeskiss my ugly dirty tracesfeels whatever, how can i beso numb inside just yet like seai am calm, but you were calmerbreak my bones make me feel warmeri still can feel in my chestwithout you i'll get no restwithout you i'll give my bestto not lose my fucking mindas you told me "it's alright."
By Kayden S.9 years ago in Poets
Why I Love Lord Byron
Let me start this off by saying I am a person who doesn’t like poetry all that much. Sure, at this point in my life, I can be mature and respect poetry as a sophisticated craft of literature, but back in the day I would not even attempt to read poetry. I used to just stare at it and say “EW. I. HATE. POETRY,” and move on with my life. But being an English major has allowed me to overcome this attitude or, you know, it has at least a little bit. I still don’t like it very much.
By Katherine Williams9 years ago in Poets
Misunderstood
Could it be horror movie villains are misunderstood? Perhaps they aren't being heard, Doesn't mean they are up to no good,
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Cupid
Cupid I fucking hate you! Because of you look at what I've been through. Why was I struck when you let your arrow fly? Of all the women it had to be her why?
By K.C. Sanchez9 years ago in Poets
Making Lyrical Love
Making lyrical love to conceive an idea The consolation of the consummation that taught my heart to feel Joys and pains of laughter
By Conjury9 years ago in Poets
Someone’s Hand
I’m standing still, quiet, with my feet on the riverbed. Someone’s hand placed, firmly on top of my head. They are conversing idly,
By IJ Keddie9 years ago in Poets
Wednesday Was Okay
I judge how good my day is based on the number of texts I send. If it is a good day I will send fewer texts because good things will have happened
By Charlie Miller9 years ago in Poets
The Two Becomes the New One (Part 1)
What i write now is an experience So along the line it could get so tensed What is perfection? Can a person be perfect? I must share this event to get it out of my system
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
I'm A Guest
I look weak and defenseless, But at the same time I'm so prey! As a child who lost a toy, I want to take a step! I am a guest in your life;
By Arzun Nasufova9 years ago in Poets
Hope
Hope LOVE It's like walking in the sunshine, smelling the beautiful aroma of life, you sense and feel everything around you, you are alive!
By J A9 years ago in Poets
Road to Self Rediscovery
And so it is the second day The cloud is still and I feel my spirit ascending Burdens, worries, guilty, all just in the mind
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets