Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

The Truth, and the Trap of Modern American Society from the Eyes of an Eccentric Bronx Girl
I️ self reflect I️ look at the patterns and constants In the puzzle of my entity I️ decipher each piece as would a scientist observing each of her elements;
By Wokegurl8 years ago in Poets
Purple and Pink Skies
Every morning and every afternoon something in the sky, so beautiful, catches my eye. It's your colors, purple and pink.
By Layla Silva8 years ago in Poets
For Rebecca
We lay in the darkness basking in the moonlight looking up at the broad expanse of constellations in the vast universe. My hand slipped under your lace bra feeling your chest rise and fall with the inhaling and exhaling of your breath. Your soft heartbeat flutters and I pull you closer, feeling the warmth of your skin.
By Em Graysen8 years ago in Poets
Young Love
It's a red that crosses your face, It shocks you into place, Out of the daydream of physical space, You come whirling back to reality with haste,
By The broken Poet8 years ago in Poets
Horror Houses
One of the most despicable practices in the world is the trafficking of innocent children for sexual and profitable slavery. I continue to advocate against it in any way I can.
By r. nuñez8 years ago in Poets
Affection
Affection has no price but an expensive vice is the apple of your eye. Dish out the money fives, tens, the twenties like it’s gonna keep you warm at night.
By Sonia Morreira8 years ago in Poets
Space Love
I was swaying through time, Wasting my breath, my energy with those who weren’t too divine. I gave myself to those who weren’t really mine
By Genevieve Martel8 years ago in Poets
Starry Night
My hands have been cold, summer air warming them up. I dream of a light breeze on my skin. The sound of the trees talking to me, it's nice. Will it be like that tomorrow and the day after?
By Light Ashland8 years ago in Poets
Love me first.
I wanted our love to be freedom. My Pacific Coast. My highway to pure paradise. I wanted to ride with you, feeling the wind in my hair and the sea salt air in my lungs.
By My mind in it's after hour.8 years ago in Poets
Tiger's Bite
Imagine a word Where you can take it And make it hateful. This is not to be Confused with evil. But this word, pregnant
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Phillipe's
Grandma sits on her couch while Grandpa sits in his pink recliner. We’re hungry for lunch but Grandma likes her couch more than going out so Grandpa takes the 8 of us to Phillipe’s for a sandwich. Not just any sandwich but one with roast beef, melty cheese, and bread baked fresh and dipped in au jus.
By Madison York8 years ago in Poets
Ha Ha Ha
Ha ha ha I laugh and its real. It's not just a thing I do now. It's a way that I feel. You are me. And I am at peace. Beneficial for both parties involved.
By Christina Marie Martin8 years ago in Poets