Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Tight Leather Jacket
so attractive is my skin, you say, but I'm barely attached to it I'm falling out of it, Like a lovers' jacket except I am too small and it will never fit, the way I need it to.
By Tamara Jankowska8 years ago in Poets
Black Hearted Mermaid
Black black black Her heart was blackest black Before she met the god with a Heart of gold and marbles in his mouth She had marbles in her mouth and so
By Diana Rivera8 years ago in Poets
Autumn Leaves
When I see these autumn leaves drift by my lonely window I break away and sigh And when I see these autumn leaves break from these lonely trees
By Josh Mars8 years ago in Poets
Mindful Youth
Fond the memories of distant past where youth beguiled my form. Latter days of teenage calm would balance the carefree charm.
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets
Gone
Sitting here I want to relax but I'm pressed by these thoughts that conceive the fear Of all the people that I love and hold dear; dying,
By Josh Mars8 years ago in Poets
Chance of Him at the Chance of Her
‘Roses are red’, for is what’s been told, it is said also that ‘violets are blue’. Have you known, really they’re actually purple... That roses’ are actually many shades of reddish hue?
By Kennee Marie8 years ago in Poets
Love the Broken
I know you're battered, broken, scarred I know your path was twisted, hard I know you think you're loveless cold But I love you with passion bold
By T.M. Sparrow8 years ago in Poets
Silly Raindrops
These silly raindrops I wonder if they notice The way they soak up on the lotus Or the way they shake my concentration when they fall shifting my focus
By Josh Mars8 years ago in Poets
Happiness
Happiness is a reassuring smile Brushing past the teeth. If it takes awhile, It just might be concealed underneath. It must be captured,
By Emily Hubert8 years ago in Poets
Breaking Point
I really need some sleep I need a break from life My exhaustion is cutting me deep just like a knife I want to step away from it all before I lose my mind
By Josh Mars8 years ago in Poets
Restless
12 AM: I’m tired, so tired. I lay here staring at the ceiling, at this black-white of nothing. Then soon the moonlight hits the trees causing their shadows to play along with the walls and painting a picture on this white blank canvas. I’m tired. But I can’t sleep. I watch soon after the shadows start twisting into something I can't seem to describe...
By Cassiie Etienne8 years ago in Poets
Subconscious
You think you’re in control but really you ain't Your mind takes one path but that's just a feint your subconscious alive stays true to itself
By GARY DEAN8 years ago in Poets