Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Then and Now
I wish I could go back to the days, When all I'd do is laugh and play. Not a care in the world, so young and naive, When I did not know of murderers and thieves,
By Kiera Evans8 years ago in Poets
Time Running
clocks ticking down to the ground to the sound of your mind with the hope flicking on, off you're up and then down again
By Millie Costin-Auskry8 years ago in Poets
Lullaby
~~You are my lullaby~~ Watching you sleep is the most peaceful feeling. Hearing you breathe, watching your chest move with every breath reminds me of how important life really is. Each breath you take is like a lullaby that flows throughout my ears alerting my brain to release melatonin to drift me off to sleep. Feeling your soft, warm skin against mine warms my heart more so when you pull me closer and hold me tighter. Melatonin flows throughout my body as I feel weightless. My eyelids begin to drop and my breathing gets shallower. I drift off to sleep as you hold me close through the night. Your warm body wraps around me as if it was a blanket. Comfort takes over and my muscles relax. Your snores echo throughout the room reminding me that everyone has flaws and that we are beautiful just the way we are. Your soft whispers tickle my ears as the vibrations are converted into words in my brain. Hearing you whisper "I love you" rings throughout my body. I smile and reply "I love you, too." I turn over facing the opposite direction as our butts are touching. This position shows that we have just the right amount of space between us in our relationship. I wrap up in my blanket and drift off to sleep.
By Sammie Wammie8 years ago in Poets
Your Hands Around My Throat
With a gun against my head and your hand on the trigger, I chose you. Sad part is, I’d do it all over again. Because you’re the only home I’ve ever known that wasn’t broken, so please believe me as the lies dance off your tongue when I tell you you are magic, when your best act is bringing me down. When your words are venom and I drop dead. Please remember the look in my eyes when you said “goodbye” and I couldn’t believe such a beautiful voice could produce such heart breaking words. my heart shattered and no one came along with glue, and maybe that’s the reason I’d still choose you, because you’ve came with the glue so many times before and you construct me to destruct me and a vicious cycle it is, but isn’t something so beautiful about destruction? Even if I am the destruction? Maybe because that’s the most beautiful I will be, maybe because I’ve always wanted to be beautiful and only felt it with your hands around my throat. Something about my gasps for help sounded so melodic that I wouldn’t mind if they didn’t stop.
By Tiffany Cocolicchio8 years ago in Poets
Frozen Still in Time
I'm frozen in time... I'm looking around and I don't recognize a soul. And I'm trying to figure out how I got here. How long it's been.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice8 years ago in Poets
The Never Ending Fuel
Here is the way, now take it Or exit at your own risk Take the closest way out Or follow the path you see. Here is the way, now take it
By Andinoh8 years ago in Poets
How Could You Blame Me?
I tend to scare you away with all this talk about magic. But can you really blame me? It’s so hard not to believe, when you are the Prince to my Princess, in our fairytale.
By Rayssa Goncalves8 years ago in Poets
This Ash
There's ash in the air, I'm breathing in tainted air Surrounded, it seeps into my bloodstream I don't know how it corrupted my clean, clean air
By Isarah Etienne8 years ago in Poets
Alone
The definition of alone but not alone to me is when you're hurting but no one seems to notice, the definition of alone but not alone to me is sitting in a room full of people and you're dying yet no one seems to hear your screams for help, the definition of alone but not alone is me because I was raised in a family where feelings are left abandoned where the only reason to really cry is if someone is dead. I’d sit in a corner next to the TV that seems to grab everyone’s attention I'd sit there and cry yet no one sees me in pain they’d rather sit there and focus on other people’s problems, well what about the problems that’s here in home base what about the depression that fills my head so deep that makes me want to end it, what about the sleepless nights, alone but not alone isn’t what you think it is, it is a disease that has no real cure.
By Tracy8 years ago in Poets
Compatibility
It seems as though the night was made for me. The world is still As if holding its breath. It is quiet. It is peaceful.
By Isarah Etienne8 years ago in Poets
I Talked to You Today
I talked to you today. Oh what I would give to hear back "hey." I talked to you today. Even though I knew you wouldn't talk back anyway.
By Layla Silva8 years ago in Poets
The Night
The Night was a dark wave of stars in the sky. All I could do is say oh my and why if ever there were beauty to see. The Night it would be and wrap my mind deep in stars as they are. The stars swirl in ways I could not of imagined. The sky is filled with diamonds that twinkle and shine. Ever bright is the night as I see it in my beating heart. Even though it may be scary I shall never walk with such shock when night draws near. So never fear the night is filled with cheer and joyful sounds of imagination.
By Virginia Worthington8 years ago in Poets