Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Surviving Britain
Waking up with wide-eyed fear Brush away your morning tear Rush around to reach the door To go to work that keeps you poor.
By Sheena Coote8 years ago in Poets
Behind The Mask
Each Morning, I wake I put on a face I try and try And eventually, i smile It's not entirely real But not entirely fake
By UniquePoet8 years ago in Poets
My Name Is...
“My name is Margaret, but you can call me Mar…” MAR is the girl whose confidence and charisma strikes you immediately. Mar is the name that people easily remember for its clarity and ease. Mar is a name that you just cannot get wrong. MARGARET is the girl whose voice fades away apologetically when she is asked to repeat her name one more time.
By Margaret Joy M8 years ago in Poets
Assumptions Hurt
Everybody thought I was gonna be fine. I was intelligent, articulate and brilliant. I had a way of shocking and surprising people—making them think etc, etc.
By Rosa Sparks8 years ago in Poets
Is It Worth It?
Clawing my way out of this hell hole is so tiresome. Trying to make sense of this whirling mist of colors. So blurry, spinning so fast, I can’t seem to catch up to my brain.
By Kayleigh Quinzel8 years ago in Poets
The Whole Story
The truth can be deceiving even through the sharpest lens A photograph does not tell the whole truth we want to know....
By Janelle Ouellet8 years ago in Poets
Spark
The spark is well hidden my love just like you taught me. It's tucked in safe, for no one to see and no one to find. You were right about my smile
By Clara Malaussène8 years ago in Poets
Eye Am
Eye am. Coming out of my monkey brain. Remembering what I knew from the start. Working with vision not from eyes but from the heart.
By Joe Miata8 years ago in Poets
Static
You were once relevant to me Now your words are just noise You're not even clear anymore Just snowy static on a useless screen
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
A First Love Thought True
He sits in his seat, With a smile on his face. But I know the truth, How his smile is a fake. For this young man, With very little to say,
By Morgan Levine8 years ago in Poets
A Moon in the Lonely Sky
As the sun shines bright through my golden hair, As the day goes on I wonder where, The moon stays when it's not out at night,
By Morgan Levine8 years ago in Poets
The Mind and The Inner Self
A void of which none can see but oneself In its trueness, it may reveal ones deepest secrets... fears... desires. There is a path therein ones mind.
By Declan Nieradka8 years ago in Poets