Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Surrender
Reluctantly present amongst toxic fumes of self-malice fueled by feelings of unforgiving shame. Stranded in solitude whilst surrounded by a conscious community. Preferring the company of poisonous thoughts over caring companions and undeserved honor.
By Andrew Landers8 years ago in Poets
Oh, Baby
Oh, baby, I haven’t been coping well, Since the day that you left, Although, I’ll admit, It was probably for the best
By Jade Elizabeth Oliver8 years ago in Poets
Why?
What if they put a razor to their skin? She wears long sleeves to cover up her scars. The words said are like bullets that are embedded in the skin.
By A. Y.8 years ago in Poets
Tech-taming
Tick-tock time tells no care, no where, no day; iPads, iPhones, i-thingamajigs Wi-Fi, new apps-savvy. Tweet click finger tricks
By Biyanke' K8 years ago in Poets
My First Kiss
I was sixteen and in love. He was seventeen and thought I was sent from above. He invited me over to his house. I said yes, quiet as a mouse.
By Jimmy Wyatt8 years ago in Poets
A Subtle Vent
When shit doesn't make sense you gravitate more to the things that did.Fuck it can't be the motto for everything,Or to everything.We can't live without something,We can't live without some things.Some things we use to live,Are the same things that kill us.But if I've lost sight of right and wrong.
By D.C Memoir8 years ago in Poets
Letter to the End
Letter to the End Love became my enemy the moment I remembered the pain you caused. Time passed quickly, yet the memories continued to linger.
By Cameron Ellerbe8 years ago in Poets
TFW
Tfw you drop your pizza slice, topping side down. Fml. Tfw the bus drives straight past you. Fml. Tfw you drop your phone and the headphones don't save it.
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Poets
Give Me the Green Light
Nothing else on this mind, Besides to just caress; Every inch of skin, Beneath that dress. Hands constantly trying, To keep the urge discreet;
By Jaye Long8 years ago in Poets
The Power of Tears
The tears we cry are a sign of strength. Not of weakness. Tears are the silent act of unspeakable love and contrition; to celebrate in times of joy and to mourn in times of sorrow.
By Janelle Ouellet8 years ago in Poets
Beauty and the Beast
Loving me with Bipolar Disorder Is like loving the beast. And you are the beauty Who loves the beast. But I am the beast that never turns human
By Michelle Krauss8 years ago in Poets
A Year Ago
A year ago, I had a thousand questions. Where would I go? Who would I be? What would I do? Today, I have a couple answers.
By Caroline Yarborough8 years ago in Poets