Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Invisible
Alone I sit feeling empty as if someone has poured out my thoughts and emotions onto the cracked concrete. I am nothing but a fragile glass waiting for someone to break me. I envision myself a free bird soaring through the sky free from pain, free from fear, free from me. I'm lost in darkness alone and scared. A prisoner of my emotions. Can you see me? Am I loud enough to be heard? Have you forgotten me? Will I ever exist in your world? Or am I just a mere ghost waiting to be seen again? Fading away my inner child cries.
By Tyheisha Jackson8 years ago in Poets
.secaf....faces.
There are faces in my head. Ones I don't remember yet. People quite often turn up dead. There are memories in my head. Ones I'd like to forget. People aren't what they seem, quite often turn out mean.
By Baby Pat8 years ago in Poets
Get Up
Come on, get up, there's a light ahead you must fight til you're dead. They may knock you down but never stay on the ground.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Halloween Dream
Vivid, pumpkin-orange lights Glowing against the black night, Like pinpoints of ferocious flames Flickering to life in the crisp air.
By Jennifer McCollom8 years ago in Poets
What Else Did I Expect?
What else would I expect? My life seems to be wrapping around me, like the numbers around the hands of a clock A routine with no schedule.
By Paige Garabito8 years ago in Poets
December Garden
I still remember the grooves in your lips on those December nights. I remember you planting seeds in my lungs and promising me that a garden would grow there one day.
By Julie Taft8 years ago in Poets
Love's Ebb and Flow
Cool night air kisses her skin like a lover In her arms she could wish for no other As tongues meet and duel Adding to passion’s fuel
By Stevie Seber8 years ago in Poets
Fall
Summer takes its last breath and collapses into Fall, It's now the time that I love most of all. Green leaves turn to orange, yellow, and red,
By Victoria Hill8 years ago in Poets
Walk Again
When I was 18 years old I fell hopelessly I love With a boy who couldn’t find it in himself To love me It was spring break
By Mikaela England8 years ago in Poets
I AM A DAISY
Once, a daisy I was called by a friend A flower too delicate and easily bent A flower so small evincing daring simplicity
By Angelika Arroyo8 years ago in Poets
Aching from Beneath
I am expected to leave my flesh for your sanity, leave my heart for your passion, and my body for your pleasure. I. I am just a human,
By Melissa Sturzoiu8 years ago in Poets
Alone
Your kiss still lingers, a ghost on my lips. It leaves me more lost then ever and only adds to the internal conflict. I sit here alone,
By ROXANNE ELKASSIS8 years ago in Poets