Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Welfare Kid
I have never broken a bone But I have felt pain I have never had stitches But I have been put back together again and again
By Jessica M. Kincaid8 years ago in Poets
When I Was a Kid
The web that was worldwide, was a way we unified, with all those who were close, and allowed us to talk to them most. Social media, became this encyclopedia, where we could post, and would be judged on the most number of likes, followers or views, and this would be the fuse, to ignite out ego, and dress us up in a narcissistic tuxedo.
By Incognito .8 years ago in Poets
Night Rise. Top Story - December 2017.
They say that night falls. They are mistaken. It rises from the land slowly like litmus in water. Unfurling inky tendrils of blue, reaching out and up to color the world in shades of mystery.
By Lynn Stadel8 years ago in Poets
Talking with Father
What is this I see before my eyes? An eagle in a tree, it tries to speak to me. Eagle says, "Follow me, for I am father, the way of the warrior, come my child, around the fire we shall gather."
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
The Story Ain't Over
Saying is never doing, as to throw a word of meaningless proportion leaves little of truth. Being as effective as buying a simple flower for an elegant rose. The meaning is lost within itself and forth most forgotten by translation.
By Lily Papenfus8 years ago in Poets
Pure Art
Came from nothing She will be something Won't be stopped She'll be on top living work of art known from the start received in waves
By Maria Ramirez8 years ago in Poets
Heartache Universal
I felt like a king and you were the queen I never thought that it was a dream you tricked me into caring you made me fall in love
By Duncan Macdonald Macfey II8 years ago in Poets
Lost
I'm lost. Lost in a world, a world that forgot about me. Different. Not many like me. Who am I? I don't know me. I'm lost.
By Paris Patrick8 years ago in Poets
A Poem About Leaves
I love the way the leaves dance around the garden. The garden awaits their yearly arrival, like an empty dance floor anticipates its footfall.
By Clare Freeman8 years ago in Poets
The Stars
The stars in the sky Are nothing Compared to The moon or sun But without The stars The sky Just wouldn’t be The same
By Alannah8 years ago in Poets
Skin I'm In
The skin I'm in, resembles the twins within, good on my right, bad on my left, the war has never ended, my skin is not your skin, regardless of the pigmentation you see me in, my style, my fashion, my morals and my character can not be remodeled or resembled,
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
Stare at Me
Stare at me. Go ahead, stare at me. With that love in your eyes Licking your lips Eyes flickering away and coming back to meet mine
By Annisa Love8 years ago in Poets