Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Who Is She?
Who is she? I see the woman in the picture My stomach churns The visual is strange It's been so many years Seeing how you have changed
By Tammy Gomez8 years ago in Poets
A Girl Named Beauty
He circled her in the warmth of his arms She was content there At home there Every aspect of joy was found there But this isn't a love poem
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Dark
The darkness was here when they left. The darkness had swallowed me whole and wouldn't let go when they left. The darkness had driven them to leave and left me wondering what I did wrong.
By Annisa Love8 years ago in Poets
Nightclub
The bass reverberates, vibrates Generates An echo in my empty chest cavity Which used to be home to a healthy Pumping, thumping heart
By Princess Buttercup8 years ago in Poets
The Loss of You
Screaming, yelling That’s all that remains A memory of you Nothing but a faraway dream I wish that’s all it was A dream; or maybe a nightmare
By Caitlyn Oehmig8 years ago in Poets
Girlfriends
They are supposed to love you and support you, They are supposed to be the ones the love you no matter what. They are supposed to not cheat on you,
By Michaela La Brie8 years ago in Poets
Elephants on Parade
Throbbing ears are drums sounding off in the distance. The harder they bellow, the deeper my heart sinks. I can aurally perceive you coming down the hall. Step by step, I can feel my skin crawl.
By Mary Sue8 years ago in Poets
Broken Hearts
She came downstairs In her beige coat, A woolen scarf trailing behind her. How could someone so broken be so beautiful? Those with broken hearts should be stamped as such —A mark of fragility so others know to keep their distance, to treat with care, to tread lightly to ensure they don't shatter the manufactured happy exterior before them,
By Princess Buttercup8 years ago in Poets
Marionette
Her colors are black and blue Shades of purple and yellow too Her words are hot venom and violence Unforgiving, and unknowing
By Tammy Gomez8 years ago in Poets
Hunting
I'm that 8th wonder That white whale I'm the one in a trillion girl I'm that walk straight through hell to see you through it
By Kayleigh Quinzel8 years ago in Poets
Death and His Brother Are in My Garden Again
Death and his brother are in my garden again. Moving my plants around. They tend to their growth quite delicately Careful not to reap the harvest till the stalks matureAnd begin to lose their hair.
By Igor Goldkind8 years ago in Poets
'Twas the Week Before Christmas
Twas the week before Christmas and all over the shop, The children were fizzing like bottles of pop. In classrooms the crayons were dropped without care
By Hazel Hitchins8 years ago in Poets