Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Hopefully I Can Experience Love With You
From the moment you sat in front of me I knew there was gonna be a bond between us. You made me smile, laugh, and confused the instant you made a fool of yourself and I thought I wasn't gonna ever fall in love with you but I am.
By Anika Merrel8 years ago in Poets
Carpe Diem
Carpe Diem. I’ve been blown out a few times, but I am a relentless flame. When they lay this body to rest, they’ll all remember my name.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
In Your Car, We Were Cosmic
“I feel like I don’t belong on this planet,” I said, as we sat in your white Buick, parked outside a nice suburban neighborhood at 10 o’clock
By Kaya Terlaak8 years ago in Poets
Our Girl
That white jump suit cause her friends say “babe that suits you” She’s no coat to cover skin or cover up the temporary self esteem boost she’s covered in.
By Electric Champagne8 years ago in Poets
Basket of Gold
I find courage, In the iris-like wilting of my fingertips... In the way my breath sways warm like the lake's breeze In a sweetened youth’s hair...
By Alivia Evans8 years ago in Poets
Lost Love
She loved the way the waves crashed against the sandy shore I saw it as the gentle tide after, for what she had loved most about it
By steph - anie8 years ago in Poets
A Girl That Feels Unloved
I think for girls who has never had their first boyfriend often feels like they're not worth going for. It never occurs to them that something realistic might happen.
By Anika Merrel8 years ago in Poets
Street Lights
Hiding in the darkness of the night, you'll see me sitting under the street lights. Hands in the midnight dew of the cold wet grass.
By steph - anie8 years ago in Poets
Joy—The Story of Us
Joy Oh, how joyful I get when I see your face. I see you And you light up the whole room. My whole face. My whole world.
By Anika Merrel8 years ago in Poets
Procrastination Is Not My Destination...
Procrastination is not my destination... Procrastination was my destination... I was my own worst enemy. Waiting forever for the right time...
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
If I Could Have One Do-Over
A letter to the one that thought they weren’t and couldn’t be loved: I’m sorry. I’m sorry for always doubting you that you couldn’t be loved.
By Anika Merrel8 years ago in Poets
Who Am I ?
WHO AM I ? Who am I ? A walking, Talking, Hypocrite. I’m Mr sensitive… But I don’t give a shit. To who belongs this body…
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets