Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

To Rest
Your nods Make ordering Gluten-free pizza and decaf tea Bearable Even if the waitress skips a beat Of her Happy tone
By Nicole Hampton8 years ago in Poets
The Forest
Life is a lot like a forest Everything is so beautiful from the outside But once you try to explore that beauty It engulfs you
By Matt Tully8 years ago in Poets
Pain Turned Into Purpose
Your universe feels like it is disintegrating into a thousand different fragments of despair. You don't understand why you are still breathing when all you want is for the world to stop spinning and for your life to be put on pause so that you can catch up with everyone else's expectations of you.
By Rebecca Ayers8 years ago in Poets
Her Eyes
Her eyes Her eyes are the thing I remember most When I first saw her The type of deep blue that seemed to peer straight through your soul and consume you
By Matt Tully8 years ago in Poets
Pain
Pain A gift given An unconventional gift we have been given To long dearly and fully To feel our lungs tighten and our eyes leak
By Shayfe Shiphrah8 years ago in Poets
A Happy Poem
You know why it’s so easy to write about being sad? Because everyone knows sad, everyone relates to sad. Everyone cries and knows how bad
By Eimear Devlin8 years ago in Poets
She Had It
From a young age, she knew Not just what she wanted, but who she wanted to become From a young age, some people simply did not understand
By Yesenia Chaidez8 years ago in Poets
Commando
Today I’m not wearing any underwear. Many may think it’s because of the annoying view of panty lines, Or because, it makes it easier to access when I’m feeling frisky.
By Brandie Goff8 years ago in Poets
My Black Pen
My black pen It's got me through rough times. Like when I tried to write this song Couldn't think of any rhymes On my skin flowed the dark ink
By Loaf8 years ago in Poets
Brown Skin Girl
The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you — Then, it will be true. I wonder if it is that simple?
By Moejaei Daila8 years ago in Poets
The Ballad to My Youth
Youth and innocence are two precious things in our lives that we desperately cling onto as we get older. Age is a blessing and curse - a bittersweet moment in our history. We long to become wise and free, but when it's not as we expected we wish to turn back the hands of time to our naive and tiny minds.
By Sarah Misa8 years ago in Poets
The Good Kind of Bad
She think she bad/ Like cookies with milk chips/ sweet and salty nostalgia/ Like popsicle drop down sticky ant hill hands/
By DaisythePoetess .8 years ago in Poets