Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

I’m Ready For the Bohemian Revolution
In my quest for a Higher Power, I read and learned about everything that was not God and felt everything which simply Was.
By Natalie "Prosper" Phairus8 years ago in Poets
It's
It's when the cocoons have hatched, releasing thousands of butterfliesflying all around inside your stomachexpanding it to levels you never dreamed ofsending you into a euphoric ecstasy of happiness and pleasure
By Scott Houghton8 years ago in Poets
Follow Your Bliss
Life is too good to Miss When you follow your bliss Take a moment now to find it A smile so deep emerges when you dive in
By Amenti Theoracle8 years ago in Poets
I Write Again
I am no good at speaking So forgive me, that I write My lips fail me too often On what I would like to bring to light When I write it is with fervor
By Collin Olson8 years ago in Poets
Deadbeat
You always hear things like "Daddy's little girl" To be his girl, I'd guess you'd need a daddy in the equation. Like 2+2x3+6/1=18
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Poets
A Heartbeat Ended Too Soon
A heartbeat ended too soon, You were left lying in the midsummer moon. Red strips of blood dripped onto the floor, You’d still be alive if you hadn’t opened the door.
By Rosie Anne8 years ago in Poets
Clearance Aisle Goods
Describing my depression to you is as impossible as for one buried alive to lift his gravestone. Everything you say rings like the church bell when it strikes 12, carries the stench of failure.
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Poets
Number One
One love is all we need in this world today. I would say two but we all know that isn't true at all One love can be split in every way.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
I’ll Be Okay
My mind's a mess and my life’s a wreck My skin is scarred And I’m gone, gone too far The skies are grey, but I’m here to stay
By Esa Leal8 years ago in Poets
She Is Rising
I refuse to be caged by the dark ideals set for me before I was born. I am not a prop. I am not an ornament or a blow-up doll.
By Bodine Waterfire8 years ago in Poets
Tears
As a kid, I remember crying a lot. Like, a lot. In middle school, I cried all the time. In high school... same. I was definitely the angsty teenager crying in the bathroom, hallway, parking lot, wherever I felt safest, with black eyeliner dripping down her face.
By Alyssa Sanders8 years ago in Poets
Problems Posing
The misery inside is blinding me. I'm lonely and nothing feels homely. I worry; you're gonna try and hurt me. I weep and cry myself to sleep so that no one sees that I'm weak.
By LaDricka Wright8 years ago in Poets