Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Spit
When little girls and boys first hear what they are made of, what they do, what they wear- the words feel like spittle spray. Annoying, a little gross, but not malicious. It’s the just the puh-roduct of puh-arents who puh-lace too much emphasis on their puh-ees and tell little boys and girls to act as they were taught. This unintentional saliva shower is easy to wipe off from time to time.
By Laura DiNovis Berry8 years ago in Poets
Showing Passion
Our hearts are precious, so are our minds. We think of all things. Love, friendship… Sweet laughs and kisses, all kinds of things.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Party
She always leaves the party early. They don't ask why anymore, they just wait for the call. "I’m at the other side of town..." She fumbles through old mail on the counter to find an address. She is always looking through other people’s mail.
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
Dear Me, Dear You
Dear me, You are not your thoughts at 2 AM You are not anxiety in a crowded room You are not your grades You are not who you were in middle school
By Jinx Farrah8 years ago in Poets
Her Love
She used to think she was weird for liking her that way. Her friends were always talking about guys they admired. They would ask her what she think but she would not say.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Hey Dad
Hey dad It’s me dad Just wanted to tell you That I miss you bad I’m lonely here without you Reminiscing about all I’ve been through
By Kristin Elder8 years ago in Poets
Yopp!
I really don’t know What life is about What I want is a smile Most of the world rocks a pout Life can be simple Or really complicated
By Blargha blarg8 years ago in Poets
Never Shall I Forget
Never shall I forget the pain she went though. My father rushing me to the hospital to see her. The first time I saw my family cry.
By Crystal Sotiropoulos8 years ago in Poets
My Pores Are Deep
My pores are deeper then your medicine bottles, but you cant see that. Your medicine bottles, Shallow Used, Like my heart, Touched.
By 8 years ago in Poets
Cold Aches
There are cold aches in my muscles I cannot move without feeling as though they will break. I have a cold heart that aches to the thought of you and
By Dyanna Kampman8 years ago in Poets
Growth
I’m looking for growth, In my time of crisis. This age of rapid self-growth, Self-discovery, Into who I’m supposed to be.
By Trey Stevens8 years ago in Poets
Raisin
I grew from something small Didn't know much, but watched and peered at knowledge to grow and thrive I grew from something small
By 8 years ago in Poets