Most recently published stories in Poets.
Like the sturdiest of trees my culture stands. Roots thicker than a southern twang and it runs back to the mother land. See my DNA carries the strength of those queens before me.
By Sydney robinson9 years ago in Poets
Part of me is that I remember January my tears are cold. February came and I have given my love to you. March I could've stayed and you would've been my charm.
By ᏴᏞᎪᏟK ᏞᏆQᏌᎾᎡᏆᏚᎻ9 years ago in Poets
Joy Every night a memory, every moment a knock, every sound a revelation Every light overjoys, overwhelms, sorrows dissolve and tumble
By David Ziherambere9 years ago in Poets
I loved you once, I love you still. My heart beats understanding that what was Yesterday was so today could be Opportunity
By Regina Stone-Grover9 years ago in Poets
I LIVE IN FICTION, I AM A KING AND I AM A QUEEN. I RULED OVER WORLDS THAT I HAVE NEVER SEEN. I LIVE WITH DRAGONS, UNICORNS, AND TROLLS.
By Malena Lopez9 years ago in Poets
Sitting in somber, frozen while life ripples around and caresses the curves of lower extremities Pores absorbing thousands of (what is believed to be non-existent) specs of life's dirt that led you to this porcelain clawfoot in the first place
By Mo. ThePoet9 years ago in Poets
People wonder how I stand my ground with a smile I am a youth in care with a story to tell, a person who isn’t impaired I might be annoying, goofy, loud but never foul
By Jordan Linson9 years ago in Poets
She had a lot going on, she did. But she didn't let that get the best of her. She was beautiful like no one knew she was. Even though she had a way to smile and keep her pain hidden, none of what was going on around her truly fulfilled her happiness.
By Auburn Dawn9 years ago in Poets
Not only were you my first love, But you were also my first heartbreak When we were together, you would make my heart ache
By Jade Millard9 years ago in Poets
So our dog, Kippur, He thinks he's human, that he's in charge. When we're wrestling, You cannot tell who's side he is on, who he is protecting.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Empty. Vessel of self. Too busy filling everyone's tea cup You let your well run dry. Linked up in the seams Of anxiety and withered dreams
Bloodless, Alabaster silk, Spineless, can't get off mom's milk, She says I tuck boys in too tight, Maybe she's right,
By Jade Dawson9 years ago in Poets
