Most recently published stories in Poets.
Yesterday, I was lonely with nobody to call my own. Today, I'm his one and only and the blues have been startled and flown.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Above — my roof, her floor — apart, My interest of mind resides, Not the hottest pangs of my desire Nor the tempting nature of the flesh.
By Ellis Martin9 years ago in Poets
My insomniac mind Replays Recordings in a blue haze The lips that kiss The lips that don’t Pink hairspray nightly mist
By Emily Ocean9 years ago in Poets
my vaginal canal is lined with razor teeth my sex is an ever devouring shark I give birth to the grotesque many limbs many heads
By Sarah Sparks9 years ago in Poets
Do you see that reflection? A girl with scars inside and out. She looks young but so tired and weakened, Left to hide underneath the long hair
By Amelia Davis9 years ago in Poets
We need to invest in our future We need to take care of our youth We need to foster their minds, mentally feed our youth We have to complete our youth because we need our youth
By Edens Fleurizard9 years ago in Poets
I wear a smiling mask Covering the darkness of depression The mask presents me, not how I am But how others perceive me to be
By Lon Casler Bixby9 years ago in Poets
Lost in the dark, withered eyes simply stare. Wasted love loss, breaks like glass beneath your touch. And the rain drops dry, like fiction tears - a waste of words.
By Ariana Torralba9 years ago in Poets
from my watery grave i look through the reflection of a dark tree as it stands in contrast against the grey sky… a leaf floats down
I never trust this mirror. Over in the dark corner, It always shows me horror. When the moon hits the sky, There is no sound, not even a cry.
By Karri Duperron9 years ago in Poets
YOU kiss me, not just out first kiss, but mine. But you have done this before YOU caress my body, making my heart stop, and you know what you're doing
By Piper Elara9 years ago in Poets
Oh Father, How I wish I never knew you. A footnote in a lengthy novel series. A stray thought whenever I hear the word "Dad".
By Zionaeus Shekhinah9 years ago in Poets
