Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Ponder by the Pond
The sweet trickle can be heard when the moon is bright, reflecting across the sky all through the night, Cool and crisp, wet to the touch, dragonflys dancing with a wisp on the rocks, jumping in with both feet as liquid washes over me, now is about the time for some closure you see, It's never too late to relax with some tea.
By Kharma Scribbles8 years ago in Poets
Goodbye and Farewell
My mind is telling me no. My body is telling me yes. I do not know what I can do anymore. I am not sure I can handle this.
By R.A. Hudson8 years ago in Poets
Dark Days
Ever woken up to a day so dark you found yourself just wanting to weep seconds after you opened your eyes. I find myself wishing I woke up to another world, or just something else.
By Sarah T8 years ago in Poets
Madly In Love
Falling in love is so easy to do I fell for you right out of the blue. I’m your queen you’re my king take my heart, soul, my everything. Hearing your voice and seeing you smile that’s when you stole my heart and I just went wild. Feeling your touch and tasting your lips I could’ve sworn you were my gift. My gift from heaven sent from up above I can’t help it because with you I’m so in love. This poem is for you my love my one and only madness never shedding a tear never with sadness. You’re my sunlight Bright never Dimming with you I want the whole world in your love I want to be swimming. I am your angel you’re my monster when I see you my cheeks glow red like a lobster. I am Harley ending with Quinn you are my joker until the end.
By Brittney Rodas8 years ago in Poets
Empty Room
It sucks to be alone in an empty room, With the thoughts that circle your head. The silence that surrounds you it’s like you are doomed,
By Helena Sparks8 years ago in Poets
And Here I Am
And here I am, waiting for the wind to carry me towards the sun. It is better than waiting for you. Here I am sitting on my porch.
By R.A. Hudson8 years ago in Poets
Soul Mates
She was the bosses’ daughter He saw her for the first time in that two floor mansion Love. Her figure her silky dark hair
By Abdah st fleur8 years ago in Poets
Moliendo Café
I find myself envisioning the faded evening where an old man, who most likely speaks no English, sticks his hand into the mill
By Madison García8 years ago in Poets
Goodnight Moon
I am from lambent candles, And patchouli-filled air. (earthy, natural, crisp fall aroma.) From dewy choked windows, From yellow dog hair.
By Clare Woodford8 years ago in Poets
Oh, London
Air that costs too much, She pans from eye to eye - trying to find the truth. We all rush to take her hand, she buckles beneath us
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
Reality Check
I can hear it. A woman calls my name A child cries in pain Unknown friends encourage me It's not real. I can see it.
By Varian Moyer8 years ago in Poets
Reality
Call me a liar Call me a thief It doesn’t change a thing. Tell them what you like What you want them to hear It doesn’t change the past.
By Elizabeth Botelho8 years ago in Poets