Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Rays
The world is a crazy place they say Deaths and despair have become a norm today So I pack my bags and I head to a place where my worries can slowly drift away
By D8 years ago in Poets
Adulthood
Shoulders that seem too close to your chest, Knuckles which crack too often, Hair that becomes shorter and thinner. I see us evolving into adults,
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
Survivor's Guilt
You'll hold me in your arms, Every day, every night, every morning, Until one day holding me just isn't enough. We'll break eye contact,
By K C8 years ago in Poets
Home
Home goes beyond places. Home can be people Home can be actions I need you to know there is home Everywhere you go; it Won't exist without your soul.
By LIFE MAZI8 years ago in Poets
On Being My Own Kind of Woman
It is fascinating, The vast complexities and simplicities, The contradictions and the affirmations, That come along with being a woman.
By Kylee Winnett8 years ago in Poets
For the Cause of Peace
Statism is the Rusty iron glove Wrapped in dark tinted Glass. The outside hides The corroded hand. When the glass shatters
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Insensibility
I write poetry with borrowed feelings, with rotten smiles and my tears…are frozen. On the paper I put the most true, fantastic
By April Lucas8 years ago in Poets
Cry for Help
Rumors upon rumors; will they ever cease? I have no clue if they ever will, but it's doubt full of false truth. That truth twists itself into truth.
By Adam Camarena8 years ago in Poets
The Shower
Violated and dirty have to get clean Scrub scrub scrub on your skin til it bleeds Defeated, you sit forehead on your knees
By Alexis Patrick8 years ago in Poets
So Long
So long I have been floating in this ocean, Dark and deep, Yet so peaceful. This love has been the sunset, Always beautiful
By Jessica Dixon8 years ago in Poets
Sorry
I'm sorry for not being the person you want me to be. Sorry for being obsessive and crazy. I am sorry for failing when I should be successing.
By Erica Heys8 years ago in Poets
An Image
The sun shines brightly in the sky as your rough hand holds my smooth one. The rays of the sun and of your love warming my heart. The water pulling me along with you. Wind and whispers mix together speaking the sweet words of "I love you, will you marry me," as the waves crash along soft sand. Waves that will soon wash those sweet words and memories away. The waves feel heavy. Heartbroken feet crunch along pebbles and shells while children laugh and play. The breeze feels fresh but tastes like salt as I remember: That was all in the past.
By Jessica Dixon8 years ago in Poets