Most recently published stories in Poets.
color i think is wasted on males and northern climes Give me mother Africa — Mother India. Not the Pharoahnic or Brahmic ruled — but a happy ambiguity.
By Michael Bee9 years ago in Poets
I sit... I sit; I wait again for minutes. Four months would understate the length of time that I hurt… Confused and angry
By Leah James9 years ago in Poets
Her image. It's a gift. Her fresh image, ignites me: Heart and pulse, breath and rush. She warrants my unconditional surrender.
By Shaun Sundance Yates .9 years ago in Poets
Children, so cute, Little, but DEADLY, They know how to give that look at you, The one that hits you right in the heart, With those big eyes saying "PLEASE?"
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
'The cougar would only hunt at night While the innocents were tucked up in bed Her hunger was matched only by her wiles Or so said the voices in the silver fox’s head
By Sean Bw Parker9 years ago in Poets
I am king to a fallen empire One that used to be great I am King to a lost nation One that goes unknown to your eyes. You cannot hear the songs of the people anymore
By Claude Glasgow9 years ago in Poets
They say you attract the same energy you give off What about the traits Are they saying I have them too What if I never experienced it
By Zhaii Rodney9 years ago in Poets
Two true colors… two true colors. The world sees in two colors; one of power, one of might; one of dark, one of light. Yet color; it exists for
He labored long, each hour an age. No careless stroke profaned his page. Her eyes like emeralds rendered he. Her lips he fashioned tenderly
By Isaac Hammon9 years ago in Poets
Love love love. Conquered Love. Kissed peach-pink rubble. Defeat me. And her peach-pink and kissed rubble. Skin-tight, mashed.
While you ponder on my thoughts as I jot the words that not one soul has ever heard before Can you tell I'm smiling from the feelings I've exchanged between my heartbeat and my deranged brain
By Kennee Marie9 years ago in Poets
November is cold, It passes with a swiftness, If you enjoy it too much and blink too soon it’ll be gone, This I can attest to,
By Neish9 years ago in Poets
