Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Speak
Where are your words What happened to the old you You used to brighten up the room with that smile But now you’re dark and depressed and somehow stressed
By Dee Love8 years ago in Poets
The Numismatists
The numismatists Collect the coins to Display. Shiny and Minted, these treasures Provide the ones who Take in these pieces,
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Years/Months/Weeks/Days
There are longs days, Which then turn into long weeks, Which then turn into long months. When it finally turns into long months,
By Michaela La Brie8 years ago in Poets
Alone and Forgotten
There was a girl who lived In a perfect family She was a straight A’s student Always knew how to have a good time But no one knew how she really felt
By Destiny8 years ago in Poets
The Ever-Evolving Nature of Human Creativity
Sometimes I want to SCREAM! And to ROAR! to let the whole world hear and listen in awe. For waves to crash and oceans to quiver,
By Ani8 years ago in Poets
Poetry
Poetry is my reprieve; it can encapsulate the emotions that other forms of expression glide over. It has the capacity to inspire, to intrigue, and to alleviate stress and pain.
By Charlotte Gray8 years ago in Poets
Love Yourself
Seven days out of the week, I’m in love. Some days with them, mostly with him. But on the Eighth day, Between the depths of the night and crack of the day,
By vento aureo8 years ago in Poets
I Am
I am Poem I am Creative and Funny I wonder who's going to win the Iron Throne in GOT I hear lil peep I see the moon and stars outside
By Jazmynn Schmidt8 years ago in Poets
Lighthouse
I am a ship, I am pushed and pulled by a vast, endless ocean. When the waters calm, I can see the horizon and begin to love the world I see again. Then the rain starts and as water crashes down upon me, and lightning brightens the sky, the waters become rough and cold. I am now thrashed and beaten by the waves and circumstances of my reality.
By Alexandrea Callaghan8 years ago in Poets
Moon
Brightest light that will guide me to where I must go. The creeping shadows all but a blur. Whispers and howls all encased
By Becca Mahar8 years ago in Poets
Today I Awoke in Westchester
The boy is not asking for my name & I am just asking for a ride home The man, I mean Boy / man / boy / I get them mixed up mostly / lose track / lose sight /
By Alex McKelley8 years ago in Poets
How Life Is Vs How It Should Be
Everybody in this world has so much hatred Focused on all the wrong things why aren't you thinking They have your minds corrupted laughing in our faces
By Victoria Floyd8 years ago in Poets