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Most recently published stories in Poets.

Old Blue Chair
As you begin your journey with your blue chair Remember the sounds of the calm ocean breeze The walks in the sand and the cool morning air
By Hannah Beaton8 years ago in Poets
I Like to Laugh
I like to laugh Most times I laugh harder at the fact that, simply, I am laughing. Laughing is comforting sometimes. For example, near death experiences
By McKy Sillitoe8 years ago in Poets
Memories
When I make memories I don’t worry about preserving them, Making something tangible out of them; mementos. I feel as if it takes you away from the moment itself.
By Ayesha Javed8 years ago in Poets
Expression in Movement
If only I knew my emotions the way I know how my body moves. I would express to you the sadness that flows through my veins like the way my body bends, I would tell you the fear I hold inside myself like how my right leg holds my body weight as the left extends outward and off the ground.
By Baby Lopez8 years ago in Poets
'I Had Enough'
"Slap to the face, choking me up, I swear this time, I had enough.” Bottle on the table, he has been drinking again, he had a few cups. Always get so big and bad, trying to start some stuff. Trying to argue, and I ain't even trying to fuss with you. Tired of you thinking that I'm stuck with you. Like, really? Was sup with you!?
By J8 years ago in Poets
“Why Fear Death”
Are you afraid of the inevitable? By that I mean are you afraid of death? I mean yeah it’s kinda scary. But maybe it’s how you die not when you die.
By Alex Brill8 years ago in Poets
The End
The End the earth is shaking waves are swelling people are dying radiation is leaking the world is ending can't you see
By Nick Jackhass8 years ago in Poets
The Reason
A love like no other A love between parents and a daughter A bond so sweet So strong and deep A mother so fierce A father so proud
By Aundrea Mcguire8 years ago in Poets
The Things You Taught Me
Sometimes it may seem Your words never got through I make mistakes But there's more to that truth. It's the little things
By Hannah Wolfe8 years ago in Poets
Bad Idea
Bad Idea i have an idea is this the one i have an idea are my days of woe done i have an idea this might be fun
By Nick Jackhass8 years ago in Poets
Beautifully Submerged
A glass house is where you live In the remains of shattered rooms. You stand naked and afraid That the rest of the walls will break,
By Olivia McKnight8 years ago in Poets
Dear [Blank],
You can never expect A sudden, freezing sensation of memories, emotions; Heartbreak. One minute I'm okay and the next I'm drowning.
By Vicky Babczyk8 years ago in Poets