Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Dark Thoughts
Sitting here thinking, I’m praying Mind's racing, as I keep going insane These impossible words rising up from the flames
By Raven Queen8 years ago in Poets
The Night Sky
At the end of the night when I lie awake all I think about is you. The darkness that you bring. The looming feeling that never leaves my side.
By Shianne Frazier8 years ago in Poets
Anxiety
A jolt of electricity coursing through my veins A knot in my stomach My heart pounding like a bass drum against my chest
By Angel De La Torre Camacho8 years ago in Poets
Crime of Insanity
Patience is a virtue, yet mine is a crime I can't wait forever and continually throw away my time! You are so perfect to me, yet I know you're not perfect at all,
By Chloe Scallan8 years ago in Poets
How Can I?
How can I tell you my thoughts When I’m thinking in feelings? How can I tell you my feelings When they exist in your hands?
By Soft Duckie8 years ago in Poets
7
Heartbreak is heartbreak is heartbreak but it’s harder to move on when there's no reason to speak to her again. A magnitude 7 earthquake.
By n vash8 years ago in Poets
Right on Time for My 9 to 5
20 somethings in suits proud of their jobs proud of their incomes proud of their lunch choice salad, healthy, not like the old days
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
People
I keep my eyes closed to try to hide the multitude of emotions I do not feel because opening them would reveal all. I avoid glances and smile at the ground while I lie recklessly
By Isabella S8 years ago in Poets
Only A Dream
I dreamed I was lost on a steep hillside, a little white dog was by my side. We had wandered off for days, lost and alone, Not the slightest idea which way was home.
By Patricia Kennedy8 years ago in Poets
Entrapment
Why do I feel so alone in a crowded room But like I can't breathe because of all the people at the same time I'm trapped like a tiny mouse and I can't leave
By Benita Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
We Are Pirates
We are all pirates, searching for that hidden treasure. We trample on threats and shoot them down, we stab our crew just to get to the top and leave those who turn on us behind.
By Chloe Scallan8 years ago in Poets
My Mission
So many want to rise to the top, but can't bare the hate, so they stop. They dream of being a legend but they're too scared to leave the flock. Not understanding you'll drop like a rock on the road to success. Those who truly want to be the best don't act like the rest. I want the thunder because I'm filled with that ache and hunger to be top dog.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets