Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Who Decided?
Who Decided that dandelions were weeds? Why can't they be flowers? Why can't they be free? Who Decided that fathers should work?
By Kylah Rayne de' Medici McAden8 years ago in Poets
I Can See You
I can see you in every drop of water that falls when it rains I can see you when I wake up in the night from all of these pains
By Adam Dryden8 years ago in Poets
You Don't Know
You Don’t Know A million different thoughts racing at once A pencil tapping A car honking People talking two seats away.
By Casey Simmons8 years ago in Poets
Mother Figure
She glared at me. Those eyes. Those eyes could tell a story. Most importantly, those eyes told me all even when I didn’t know.
By Desiree Davis8 years ago in Poets
Stop and Stare
I often wrap my hair around my finger and pretend I’m far far away, life tends to get on my nerves, it becomes a place I wish not to stay. I tend to dream and think what could have been, I see happiness and adventure but I remind myself it’s all just a dream.
By Alison Lemon8 years ago in Poets
Lost In Thought
Contemplating mortality, I often wonder how I will be remembered. Will my mother remember chasing me around in diapers, laughter echoing down the hall?
By Dylan Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Collective Resistance
My no is my super power. My no is the master of my mother fucking destiny. Your yes does not determine my Worth Future Sleep
By Rachel Propst8 years ago in Poets
Voice
Everything happens in my throat tense tight pressed upwards vibrating against thought and arousal ferocity and foreboding
By Soft Duckie8 years ago in Poets
Cold-Hearted Truth
Imaging feeling the cusps of your hands and the soles of your feet frozen beyond belief Then imagine your future Wide eyes
By Christin Hardy8 years ago in Poets
I Love Me Too...
He held me. He said ‘I love you’. He hit me. He said ‘I love you’. He berated me. He said ‘I love you’. He hated me. He said ‘I love you’.
By Paul Priesing8 years ago in Poets
Once Under a Blue Moon
I wander streets to find somewhere elsewhere Just to see if and who would care Mouth runs dry and I yearn for nothing clear
By Daimonick Koivisto8 years ago in Poets
A Matter of Pain
"It's all a matter of pain," she said, as he wrapped the noose around my head. "There are things you must endure..." I shook my head, I wasn't sure.
By Monique Watrous8 years ago in Poets