Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Poets.
Last Smile (The Pale Man)
The Pale Man looks out into the pouring rain through the window of a broken down tenement attic, sitting on the floor holding a bottle of Sailor Jerry’s.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFallen Star
We can dish it out but that means we have to take it when it comes back around... It's time to keep it real with the world freely outspoken and boundlessly astound...
Bryan RJ DelormePublished 7 years ago in PoetsOne Tear
I am taken by the image of her eternal joy, As I look deeper, I see her perilous fears, I see her never-ending love and her might,
Kashyap PatelPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOutside the Photo
Why do we live in a world where we believe happiness only belongs in photos? I have to let you know that photos are the hardest things to see. Where our breaths have stopped, smiles are frozen, and dreams don't come true. But tell me smiling, breathing, and dreaming are they all real to you? At this moment you're living in now not fixed in time. The beauty of now is something a picture could never grasp. So be happy outside a photo.
Wishing
I await the day That I can say That my hands Hold another’s heart I await the night When I turn Off the lights And see their eyes
Nico JohnsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEnough
Do you ever feel like you're not enough? We all do, at one point. Start to think you're the shit, No one can touch you.
Kailey LynnPublished 7 years ago in Poets"What is Love?"
Dedicated to my beautiful younger sister who has been in love more times than me. 😊 "Love is pain." She said. "It's crying at night because you've found out that the person you love chose infedelity over you. It's feeling a broken heart everyday for weeks after a break up. It's feeling pieces of your heart chip off at the mention of their name. Love is not being able to sleep at night because you miss their arms around you, keeping you warm. Love is pain."
Marilyn H SwoonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Holiday Season
When I think of the holidays, I think of family all around, Everyone together again, Letting warmth, love, and laughter abound.
Floral Cotton Dress
Took a walk on an old path of ours called Memory Lane In my long floral cotton dress with a broken branch as my cane Shifting green bushes from my bare feet as you trailed behind
Yolanda T. MarshallPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWyoming
The plains roll like the ocean here. Green, tan, brown in undulating patterns stretching farther than the horizon. Cattle dot black specs across public land; an occasional camel, elk, llama. A rancher’s mansion sits nestled into a hill twenty miles south of Cheyenne, where Wyoming meets the Colorado border, a twenty-foot high cross declaring it God’s Country. A buffalo sculpture juts into the sky not far beyond.
Emily MillerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGrieving
We must face it I can't ignore the empty space in our living room The way we all wait for you to come home from work and open the front door once more
Remembrance
For some time now, I don't know why? I keep seeing your living room, Too many years have passed by. For as a child it was more home than home can be.
Sonia MartinPublished 7 years ago in Poets