Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

The Bouquet on My Vanity
On the day we made an end our bitter words were exchanged at high peaks, For that, you had bought me a bouquet that smelled as fresh as the perfume of a princess getting ready for the evening ball,
By Zoe Mullen8 years ago in Poets
Prized Possession
You say you need to feel a tender touch. To see a queen's royal flush. I'm talking chess not checkers, leave those kiddie games at Toys R Us. Check my resumé but baby, read between the lines. Because that one thing that you're searching for, on paper, you just won't find. My beauty and power intrigue like Nefertiti. My loss can tell you stories you cannot see on TV And, more than any wall, in my heart, you will find cracks. But, like a ball hitting a wall, I always bounce back.
By Moe Rivers8 years ago in Poets
Your Pain, My Love
I can see right through you, And I know that scares the hell out of you. When the person right in front of you Has just figured you out,
By Zoe Mullen8 years ago in Poets
Thoughts
As I walk through these streets I can see a fork in the middle With every step I take closer It seems so far As I get further and further
By Dennis Philip8 years ago in Poets
In Too Deep
She runs, only to find herself lost. She cries, only to find it hurts much more, as the tears stream down her face.
By Fiver Goodier8 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Beach
Above the tide - line the grey rocks are splashed with close growing lichen. Beneath them are the vivid orange-brown and sienas of wracked weeds.
By Aaliyah Shaw8 years ago in Poets
Are You There?
I walk through snow filled eyes. So cold, so piercing. I keep my head low, not needing the pain. The tears form under low, cryptic lids. I wince wanting the words to disappear, it’s not working. They replay over and over, like a broken vinyl no one bothers to fix. With every syllable my heart breaks more, slowly but noticeable to all who see clearly. They stare but never stop, never ask why, nor what's wrong as my legs dangle over the edge. The tears fall, raining on the river below. I close my eyes....
By Fiver Goodier8 years ago in Poets
I Will Walk
One step at a time. I can walk 5,000 miles to your destination. Without planes, trains or car. I will walk to you. I will walk till my shoes split in two. I will walk 500 more miles to get to you. When my feet crack and bleed. I will walk 500 more. For my journey does not end when I reach the finishing line. It ends when You stop walking for you are worth every step taken. Because that my friend is life journey. One step at a time keep walking forward...
By Kevin James8 years ago in Poets
What Are You?
I’m 8 years old My peers ask me, what are you? I’m biracial. Oh, you’re mixed. No, I’m biracial. My mom’s white and my dad’s black.
By Lynette M8 years ago in Poets
Images
As I look upon this mirror I see my reflection A reflection that is happy A piece of my soul Then I see a second image A image that is pure evil
By Dennis Philip8 years ago in Poets
Painting Says a Lot!
Painter captures views in his eye, He expresses it with the colors in style, He gives the view, a power wash, For imagination & reality, painting says a lot.
By S F8 years ago in Poets
Loving You
It was the little things like not noticing my new hair color or the way I did my nails. The game would be a little bit more important and you never cared to listen. Then it turned into the big things like never caring what time you came home and who you smelled like. It's like you never did care but will say any and everything just to keep me here. But that's the fool I am for loving you
By Kimberly McClinton8 years ago in Poets