Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Creature
Seeing the world through a new set of eyes. Unknowingly becoming a rebel towards things that used to mean the world to me.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Poets
Goodbye
I let you Devour me From the inside Out. How could I Have been so Stupid I can't believe I trusted you Let you in I told you everything!
By Visionary Ghostwriter8 years ago in Poets
Missing You
Here I am, awake, alone, and missing you. How I yearn for your presence, your touch, your kiss. So close, yet so far away.
By Joy Ergang8 years ago in Poets
I Need You
I love you Three words that mean nothing When used by a guy Just three simple words That always become a lie What am I to do
By Visionary Ghostwriter8 years ago in Poets
Devotion & Desire
Devotion & Desire I have known her for sometime While I fought off many before her You see I am a typical woman Stricken with all the plagues of the world
By Carol Shupard8 years ago in Poets
Shame That Is Not Shameful
Actions cannot be undone, words cannot be unsaid. There is an ineloquence to her silence, it is loud and it is blunt. Her heartbeat echoes in her ears, a taunting metronome beating each second as if teaching her a lesson; she learns to self-medicate, to stop from self-deprecating; numbing from the inside out. Enabling her own destruction, she is biting the hand that feeds her and biting her tongue.
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
Multiple Personalities
I know you know Crystal but have you met Crissy or Lisa? They all are nice when they want. I think you would like Crissy more but she don't like pizza.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Why????
Sitting in my house of wonder Wondering why Why I am still sitting here alone Why does this pain continue to ruminate in my soul
By Carol Shupard8 years ago in Poets
Sweat Shop for All
A chair crafted of all the pretty girls' faces. Sitting there petting their soft skin and smooth hair. Reapplying moisturizer and make up to keep them young,
By Stephanie Granberg8 years ago in Poets
Death is Death
There’s only two kinds of people: Those who do this [ ] with Their controller when Super Mario has to jump And dead people.
By David Hoskins8 years ago in Poets
Bleeding
The life blood is slowly dripping from my veins Drip drip drip A never ended cycle of grief, fear, and pain Who will stand up and find something to stop the blood?
By Carol Shupard8 years ago in Poets
Let Me Be Me
years have been spent, where no matter what my intent... the protective walls and barriers that once stood so tall...have become nothing left, but dust meant to fall.
By Jennifer Petersen8 years ago in Poets