Most recently published stories in Poets.
There's another one Lying on the floor while he hovers over her. The more she weeps the more he beats her. The more he hurls the insults.
By Danyelle Lewinson7 years ago in Poets
Shady people lonely nights Bad days and nothing's right Rain clouds follow you No one seems to follow through With plans made because they're involving you
By Marcus Davis7 years ago in Poets
The pigment of my skin tone has never been relevant enough to me to be considered a possible source of contention or derision or dissension, and yet, this has been a major factor in the course of many a life in reference to position and decision.
By Zionaeus Shekhinah7 years ago in Poets
So here I sit. a box in front of me. all the information I could ever need right in my lap. Page after page, search after search,
By Shane Kindrew7 years ago in Poets
If I had just one day to live- Would I have it in me to live it to the fullest? Or would I just curl up in the corner of a room and cry?
By Isha Khaneja7 years ago in Poets
Before he left me, I gave him a message. Bottled up feelings no one to tell. But, he got through my heart. It was my turn to leave him remembering me.
By Sophia Seradarian7 years ago in Poets
They're creating an impossible way for pain to stop. Falling between icy rain drops. Appears to be hard as stone. Yet, their hearts are alone.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
On the river bank, they wait like brooding clouds, waiting to rain. Staring at me with dark, beady eyes penetrating my soul with pain.
There are days… I wake up in the morning with a tune in my head A warm, sweet tune that helps me get out of bed. A tune that actually makes me anticipate the day.
By Sanjina Gurung7 years ago in Poets
Maybe just maybe I have to keep continuously breaking until all my cracks are filled with light Until all that surrounds me is no longer the dirt that buried me
By Kayla Deaton7 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I forget myself, my mind is often somewhere else, I wish to plan a date with me, but life has kept me so busy. And when I think “I’ve time to spare, I’ll fit me in my day somewhere”,
By Rae Elliott7 years ago in Poets
I don't talk, I won't talk, I can't... talk. Not to you. Not now, not ever. I am invisible forever. Or am I? I've discovered that these walls are not all stone.