Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Lament of a Bartender
"Bar at the Folies-Bergere” by Edouard Manet “Yes, I am the tender here. Now, will you be my savior?” To the lack-luster gentleman in green,
By Olivia Johnston8 years ago in Poets
Stepping on Toes
Baby, I love the rain more than the sun, I think that's why I chose not to run. Damp, dark rooms empty of all but sadness.
By brooke ziccardi8 years ago in Poets
Mirror
Look in the mirror and hate what you see once you realize you aren't the person you want to be Hate has taken over your soul
By Skylar Cribb8 years ago in Poets
Breakthrough
The pills, the love, the life, the dope Abuse it all until we've lost all hope Our only constant friend is the voice inside our head
By Shauni Turnmeyer8 years ago in Poets
The Truth
The truth will never die but a lie will find it's demise no matter when life ends it will hide among the wise evilution sheds it's skin and slithers up your thighs
By MCBerthaG Divinity8 years ago in Poets
The Person in the Moon
Dear person I see in the moon, I watch you as I lie down to go to bed at night. You are the person I stay dreaming about and the one that stays in my head throughout everyday as I live. You are someone that I will and can never forget about. You helped me through such a hard time in life, and I cannot thank you enough for that. Don't ever think that you are alone, because I am always and forever near, as long as I live. I know that you have troubles of your own, and you think that you are just some piece of trash. You are so much more than some piece of trash, you are beautiful. I felt so complete when you were around and apart of my life. I remember that last kiss you gave me before you headed for the airport. I will never be able to forget that. You will forever remain in the moon as I lay back to sleep.
By Alyssa cooper8 years ago in Poets
The Boy with the Broken Heart
Every breath that goes through, my lungs struggle to disperse the oxygen to the stream. To survive the vessel defuses to the left side of the core
By Juan Flores8 years ago in Poets
Waves and Storms
It comes in waves, they said. I never understood what they meant, till it came in waves and storms. One moment you're going to be okay. More than okay, you're going to be strong.
By Na AN8 years ago in Poets
Are You
Are you sorry, I'll never know so I figured to write my feelings in a poem with rap flow. You said it was me and you, why'd you go? You said "I'll stay," but now I wake up and don't see your face. My mistake I wore my heart on my sleeve, I suffocate, while you breathe with ease. Are you sorry? Guess I'll never know but I figured I should tell you that you broke my soul.
By Azyah Unique8 years ago in Poets
Significant Dwelling
It was the only thing he knew,a shark in dry land surrounding his big prey. They don't have a clue what they took from him. His sunlight bloom for his cold grey days. Now it's dark in rooms, and his heart just aches.
By David G8 years ago in Poets
Anxiety
She can't breathe She's suffocating She's weak Needs resuscitating Can't speak Or find her tongue Body feels old
By Charlotte Hoy8 years ago in Poets
Addiction
I remember the first day I saw you, I would have never expected you to take over my life, you were so small and precious but before I even knew it you had a hold on me. Waking up everyday thinking of you I just wish these thoughts could find their way out of my brain but that's never the case, I took a little sniff of you and you went straight to my brain never to forget about you again. If only people could see what damage you have caused to me, waking up shaking, hot flashes, and nausea I think I'm going insane these feelings only go away when I take some more of you. Oh and don't even ask me about the things I'd do, who cares about money, love and friendship when I only need you, you are a demon from hell but also an angel from heaven, making me feel the way I feel when I'm high on you, nothing feels as great but it slowly fades again and then all I can think about is my next bump so I can feel the same, but it's never enough not until you're laying on the ground and can't even remember your name.
By Chelsey Gladhart8 years ago in Poets