Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Dark Energy Propulsion
Me?I am from a super three string dimension,where it’s always12 NOON. Dark folk & light folkare realCOOL. New mothers allow
By Steven Jones8 years ago in Poets
No One Cared
I was the student nobody saw, I was the one that everyone Picked on and harassed, I was the one that they Used as a punching bag,
By Arlena Ferrell8 years ago in Poets
The Last Stop
You don’t love me, and that’s fine But, What time? What time will you meet me here at this last stop. The stop for this train that's filled
By Mixie May8 years ago in Poets
You're the One for Me
ive been searching for a open heart to fill me with ive been searching for a love that wont ever end ive been searching for
By Tiaunna N.8 years ago in Poets
The Words I Didn't Say
At least a poem a day in, beginning in Autumn. “What Do You Want to Do?“ Sudden silence And I try to find the right answer
By Kiana Lin8 years ago in Poets
Laying in Bed
I lay in bed and look at ways that I could be moving I lay in bed because that's safe No one can comment or intimidate No one here to tell me, "stop moving"
By E. Louise Sullivan8 years ago in Poets
Affected
Is it a scar or festering wound that's infected I Am affected... I live with an insane rage that puts me in a whole other book rather then merely a page
By Delos Henderson8 years ago in Poets
A Broken and Betrayed Heart
I feel it break Again and again Every time I see them Every time I drive by his house I see her car Sitting there I feel the sting of tears
By Avery Jensen8 years ago in Poets
Altered States
Altered states S y m t o m s o f D e m e n t i a : Speech impairment Mood switches Memory loss Focus lost Reasoning fails
By Alice Stanley8 years ago in Poets
Suffocating Anxiety
Laying here, frozen, I am suffocated by my thoughts, running round and round and round my head. A rope is being wrapped round and around my neck, suffocating me of my words and holding my breath. My chest rises rapid, irregular, short, and sharp, making me panic. I'm scared of the dark.
By Kacey Plant8 years ago in Poets
The Question
I'm sick of trying, I'm done. I wanted love, I have none. None was given to me, I have none to give out. How is it then that I can still see?
By Sarah Worley8 years ago in Poets
Of Being Dead
Like a post-coital cigarette on a scorching midsummer twelve noon, memories of mine will wither away, too fast to fathom. I’ll know not
By Prabhu Gowda8 years ago in Poets