Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Poets.

Strong
Strong. Do you know the meaning? Of this extremely powerful word? Will. The will to live, Is a strong one, Do you have it?
By Cierra Merryman8 years ago in Poets
Time
In time everything rots and rusts crumbles into dust You reach for another month and come up empty Coming to terms with days to weeks
By Greg Compton8 years ago in Poets
Today Death Knocked On My Door
Today death knocked on my door, so I answered and said hello. I invited him in and offered him a cup of herbal tea. I told him to make himself at home while the water boiled.
By Bonnie-lee Sweeten8 years ago in Poets
Racing Games
my actions are intended to be publicized they aren’t for my pleasure i do it to be criticized chastised it's blasphemy..
By Abby Rush8 years ago in Poets
Unrequited and Uninvited
I know how to love hard, but somehow never quite the right way. I knew how to touch you, but didn’t have the right words to say.
By Sherad Maneeram8 years ago in Poets
Flowers on the Edge
My poetry is simple My poetry is blind. My poetry is mine, Even if it doesn't rhyme. What? Poems can't see? The one who fails to see,
By Julia Severe8 years ago in Poets
Longing for Amnesia
Amnesia, Oh Sweet Amnesia, mental reset button, relief from pain, distract me from the gruesome memories. The horrors that have befell me, the red velvet syrup soaking in my clothes, Staining my mind, The look in their eyes... Oh I long to forget those moments, where they knew this was their end, the final moments, when I held them in my hands... Oh Amnesia! Please wash over me, like rain, make my mind clean! Take my hand, I Beg of you,
By Reshelle Warren8 years ago in Poets
Don't Ask Me How I Feel
Don't ever ask me what there is to like about you, because here it is, I like how I feel around you, it’s rare for me to feel this way so quickly.
By Delenn Mulvaney8 years ago in Poets
Wild Woman
She is a wild woman She leaves her hair loose And sometimes twigs catch in it As she walks forest trails With eyes turned skyward
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Tactile Summer Love
some nights you are so sweet that my teeth ache, but there are still mornings when I wake up gagging on the sharp bitterness in the air - black coffee scorching my throat.
By isa bel8 years ago in Poets
Monsters
The magical land, Turning into a scare zone. Monsters and creepers, Turning left and right, You see them. The cold land,
By Katherine Williams8 years ago in Poets
Fading Pride
All she does is standwith her back towards the light.Her face buried in her handsAs she carries on her fight. Her tears could fill an ocean wideHer screams, a grandfather clock.She’s waiting as her prideFades away with ticks and tocks.Her body scarred with purple and blueThe blood running down her cheekShe could try and sueBut she’s only worth 50 sheep!If people only knewWhat she could provideAll the things that she could doHer words could make you wise.Her stories could fill a thousand books,Her knowledge, the entire world.But ragged and shabby are her looks,Dirty dress and hair that’s curled.If only she hadn’t done it!If only someone said no!If only someone was watching,Then she wouldn’t have had to go!Help her in her fateAnd millions of woman more,To strive once againAs the rooster gives its call.Stand up for the rights of this girlAnd help keep her safe.Because she, like many othersIs a victim, of rape.
By Jamie Wills8 years ago in Poets