Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

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Above the chaos, there’s serenity Beyond the noise, there can be silence Carried away by the gusts of wind Drifting further by the waves of the sea
By Brittany Stengel8 years ago in Poets
Pain
Pain do not drown me, I can't breath. Why can't you just let me be? The stabbing pain is letting me know, love I will not gain.
By Jackie Sagastume8 years ago in Poets
Camera Shot
Being fifteen, I'm only ten years conscious ten years of deciding for myself, I've made mistakes, some that I wish to wipe off the surface of my mind with a tidal wave,just so that I can make sure to get in every crevice
By Annabelle Pidek8 years ago in Poets
For Lynda
His mouth is like a fist. Beating into me His harsh words. Leaving his mark on My heart and mind. I am like the prisoner,
By Angela Bullard8 years ago in Poets
What It Would Be Like to See
Sometimes I think that I must be blind And wonder what it would be like to see I must be blind, I think For why else would I be trapped inside this blank world of nothingness?
By Lily M8 years ago in Poets
Humans
We are all falling apart at the hands of each other, Fighting, killing until there is nothing left. Putting the blame on the victim and acting like there was another way,
By E.J Sneed8 years ago in Poets
What Constitutes a Poem?
The opening image to this article should make it relatively obvious who inspired it. Rupi Kaur is an enigma to me. I believe she is many things: a feminist, an intelligent person, and a capitalist. I believe she has found that she has a talent with words, but uses it exclusively to make poetry that speaks to people on such a minimal level that it requires minimum effort with maximum profits.
By cassidy bowen8 years ago in Poets
Colors
The sunrise hurts my eyes For the colors are much too vibrant To these weak eyes That For years Only saw In black and white
By Gabby Mannuzza8 years ago in Poets
Blessings and Lessons
Blessings and Lessons. I used to believe I was always right, in all I would do and say. That life was a blessing and a curse and to accept this was the only way...
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Wanted
Wanted: New Brain I think my old one is broken Because, you see, It wants me to die So I need a new one One not atrophied
By Gabby Mannuzza8 years ago in Poets
My Last Candle
I had a room full of candles. Kept me seeing. When I fell. All the candles blew out. I didn't mean to do it. It just. All crashed at once. I promise you I'm looking for the lighter to relight the candles. But I only have the one on the floor. It's sad that the wax from that one glued it to the floor. It'll only last so long. I didn't see that until it was the only one. I'm so sorry. I can still feel the presence of the other ones. I can almost feel the heat. But I'm scared of where to step. I don't know anymore. I can't see. I gave up on looking. As I sat in front of the last candle. Crying. Trying to cherish the moments of enlightenment. I slowly watch the flame die each minute. I don't know how long I have. Before I no longer see what I need to. I just sit. Crying. I've cried so much I let a tear fall on the flame. I forgot how close I was. Now. I just sit in silence. And I'm scared. I don't know how to get out. I'm just. I'm just gonna sit here. Maybe if I close my eyes. It'll go away.
By Korra Mystery8 years ago in Poets
Home Sick
I'm not at home, and I think I'm homesick, but would you rather be at your boring house or by the sea? I think it's because you're not here.
By Katherine Westchester8 years ago in Poets