Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

If You Had
It all changed so fast, barley had time to react. Going from the way you held me, to walking out like that. There's still 2 indents on my bed from where you and I had slept. And there's still a pile of clothes on the floor, but sadly yours aren't there anymore. And my skin's still soft, but your hands are in the pockets of your jeans instead of all over me.
By R.K. James8 years ago in Poets
The Alcohol Took Over
Wouldn't it be nice to feel numb from the pain, To escape the tears, to avoid the fears. The bottles started rolling in, but the pain started disappearing.
By Summer White8 years ago in Poets
Monotonous Night
Out of breath, out of energy... I turn away full of guilt and disloyalty. He puts his arms around me and holds me from behind.
By Ann Manu8 years ago in Poets
Dinner Service
This is all my dirty work flashing lights, blurring wordssweet fake laughs, slurring nerves.I serve you with my smile. This is every hurried swerveEach “behind you”I feel the burn An intimateexchange returnedIn this room, I have ran miles.
By Veronica Fernandez8 years ago in Poets
Hide and Seek
A little girl sat in a corner, while her mother continued to ignore her. “Maybe I was bad,” the little girl thought, but when the doorbell rang, she thought,
By Jade Mautner8 years ago in Poets
I Would...
I would walk miles in the cold, just to make you feel warm. I would dance under the stars, just so you could see me glow.
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Poets
Who Raised Me?
My mother was my teacher. Every teacher I have had. My father was brick walls and tile floors. I was raised on perfection.
By Abby Ramsay8 years ago in Poets
Fighting My Own Mind
I’m Sophia, aren’t I? The woman whose love runs deep but fear runs deeper, Even when my mind escapes me, I will find my way home.
By Sophia Rosado8 years ago in Poets
Submissive Reality
Take a look in your soul, see if the crying has stopped! See if my love hath taken your heart to make light, where your hair is so lovely fair, You can take this luminous gleaming heart – Take it from my hands, like a new start, use it to bring that love from the dark.
By Frank Kemble8 years ago in Poets
My Story Behind Closed Doors [Part 3]
How could I let 2 years be a waste of time? I realized that I only stayed because of all the sacrifices of mine, I was trying to keep something that was never alive.
By Nina Rafaelle8 years ago in Poets
A Castle That Be
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
By Frank Kemble8 years ago in Poets
Home
I like it sweet, like maple syrup Straight from the trees, washed down with hyssop. I’d drink it from a water fountain It feels like home here in the mountains.
By Veronica Fernandez8 years ago in Poets